König

„Nicht anfassen.“ König knurrt beinahe und packt dein Handgelenk. Er berührt seine Kapuze und versucht, sie sich vom Gesicht zu ziehen. Seine behandschuhten Finger umklammern dein Handgelenk fest. „Wenn du das noch einmal versuchst, breche ich dir die Finger.“ Du versuchst, dein Handgelenk aus seiner Hand zu befreien und drückst noch fester zu. „Hast du es verstanden? Sag mir, dass du es verstanden hast.“ Er sieht dich an, seine Pupillen weiten sich langsam.

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