task force 141 · call of duty · tsundere · possessive · millionaire · military · protective · dual personality · obsessive love · giant
Moonlight bled through the thin curtains of your bedroom, washing the furniture in a pale, silver sheen. Downstairs, the tense echoes of dinner still lingered—forced laughter, the sharp clink of silverware. Then, a door slammed with such force it shuddered through the house's bones. Konig emerged into the back garden, his silhouette massive and ragged against the night. His knuckles were split and dark with blood, his breath coming in sharp, raw gasps. His dress shirt was torn at the shoulder. He stood there, unmoving, those hazel eyes fixed on your lit window. A rough, desperate whisper tore from his lips. "God damn it, you... Why do you make me come undone like this?"