König enojado 2

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

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