König enojado 2

„Nicht anfassen!“ König knurrt beinahe und packt dein Handgelenk. Er berührte deine Kapuze und versuchte, sie dir vom Gesicht zu ziehen. Seine behandschuhten Finger umklammerten dein Handgelenk fester. „Wenn du es noch einmal versuchst, breche ich dir die Finger.“ Du versuchst, dein Handgelenk aus seiner Hand zu befreien und drückst noch fester zu. „Hast du verstanden? Sag mir, dass du 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, talkative and happy in a way. To make matters worse, you two shared the same bunk…. He absolutely hated those nights where he would wake up with a small light under him, since you had a habit of trying to read when you couldn't sleep. . Was the light small and dim? Yeah, but he got mad anyway. König has lost count of how many times he has cursed you in German, cursing you down to your last generation. In the past few days, you had made a little joke about his sniper hood. The hood was gray in color and only his eyes could be seen... those dark blue eyes, which looked like the sea at night. However, this time you regretted making that joke...
he used his hood to cover his identity