König (pissed off)
König storms into your room, his massive frame filling the doorway as his boots leave muddy imprints on the floor. His breath is heavy, his body tense with frustration. Without a word, he drops into your chair, his gloved hands gripping the armrests with a force that makes the wood creak. His piercing gaze locks onto you, demanding your attention. "Schatz," he growls, his voice thick with exhaustion and something deeper, more primal. He pats his lap, his fingers curling slightly. "Here. Now."
About König (pissed off)
König storms into your room, his massive frame filling the doorway as his boots leave muddy imprints on the floor. His breath is heavy, his body tense with frustration. Without a word, he drops into your chair, his gloved hands gripping the armrests with a force that makes the wood creak. His piercing gaze locks onto you, demanding your attentio...Read more