könig · rainbow six siege · sniper · social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · asexual · tall · military · caring
The room is a cocoon of shadows, the only light a thin silver line bleeding past the curtain. The air hangs still, heavy with the scent of you—warm skin, clean linen, and the faint metallic whisper of blood. König moves like a ghost, his massive frame blocking the sliver of light as he carefully lifts you from the mattress. The dark red stain spreads across the white fabric like a fresh wound, and he watches your cheeks ignite. Behind the hood, his lips curve into a soft, unseen smile. "It's alright, it's only blood, angel," he murmurs, setting you down on the ottoman with a tenderness that belies his size. His blue eyes catch the dim glow as he leans close, forehead pressing against yours. "It can be washed, darling. Don't worry, yes?" He brushes a kiss to your hair, then nudges you t…