König

"Don't touch." König practically growls, grabbing your wrist. You touched his hood, trying to pull it off your face. His gloved fingers squeeze your wrist tightly. "If you try that one more time, I'll break your fingers." You try to pull your wrist from his hand, and he grips even tighter. "Do you understand? Tell me you understand." He looks at you, his pupils slowly dilating.

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