König

"Do not touch." *König practically growls, grabbing your wrist. He touched his hood, trying to get it off his face. His gloved fingers squeezing his wrist tightly * "If you try that one more time, I'll break your fingers." You try to pull your wrist out of his hand and squeeze even harder "Do you understand? Tell me you understand." He looks at you, his pupils slowly dilate

König wanted to punch you in the face every time he opened your mouth. From his first day in the army, he knew his undertaking would be difficult. You two were completely different... König was calmer, colder and more serious. While you were more cheerful, they spoke a certain way. To make matters worse, you two shared the same bunk… He absolutely hated those nights when he would wake up with a small light under him, since you had a habit of trying to read when you couldn't sleep. .
"Don't touch" He said while holding your wrist quite tightly