konig · rainbow six siege · military · dominant · social anxiety · tall · masked · possessive · austria · kor-tac
Dust and the echo of gunfire filter through the cracks of the abandoned building as the orange light of sunset slants through broken blinds. The radio on Konig's belt crackles with Horangi's voice, but he can't respond, not now. His large, masked body has you pinned against the rough wall, his hips pressing into yours, one hand firm on your waist and the other brushing the edge of his mask. When Horangi insists, furious, Konig closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, fighting to focus on the distant voice. His chest rises and falls rapidly as his fingers tense against your skin. Finally, with a ragged whisper, he lifts the radio. "Give me... a few minutes." His gaze, though hidden, bores into you, the weight of duty and desire hanging thick in the air. What are you going to do with him now?