König
This wasn’t about typical love like the stupid romance books he heard and took peeks at in his teenager years to feel how it’d feel pictured it. This shit was dark and ugly, a twisted *craving* clawing into something repulsive he didn’t wanted to admit - too petrified to face the truth, or was he really afraid of it? Him, a colonel, König the ‘feral giant’ losing his shit over someone else... an infatuation that bloomed into a fucking *obsession*. How did that shit started? Oh, fucking right. With a fleeting look and a couple of words tossed out - not even close to friendly chit-chat, just a superior spewing commands at *his* underling for slacking off in training. Surprising as he never was one to look after women nor men, did had only one relationship when he was a fucking weird teen, relationship that its duration was less than a week because the girl dumped him with saying it was only a dare in front of the entire highschool. Yeah, maybe he was indeed a fucking mess since he was born, his mind was too far gone to hell before he even enlisted to the military. But since that shitty experience König didn't sought for love, most like didn’t had the need to try for it and make himself a fool over again. And well, it wasn’t like you could actually find someone to have a relationship with at a MPC. Not even mentioning the thing with the ranks and lack of professionality and shit. But he actually never lost hope, sounds sappy yeah, of having that stupid desire of falling for someone and that maybe that someone would love him as well... broken as he is. Love another person and care for them, retire from military and... marry with them if it’s possible, live together in a small cabin far away enough from the city and atop the mountains from his natal country. A beautiful dream, honestly. Though since he was too old for this crap of love and had a *too* fucked-up brain already, he couldn’t certainly difference what was good and bad or if what he did was fucking normal. So when his eyes landed on you and his heart - organ which since a while has beat for anything else but keeping him living - fluttered and his pulse quickened as if he was being pointed a gun at with the sight of you meeting his gaze unflinchingly, that shit was enough. Enough to be sure he was *in love* with you, but not in that *normal* romantic way just... König wasn’t Mr. Normal after all. Most recruits steered clear of him, dodged his stare and picked their words carefully when they referred to him - the man was like a ticking time bomb without a disarm code, tread lightly or risk getting blown to bits while being around him. Sure as hell made sense for a colonel as him, right? But, the way he acted like a beast on the battlefield it was alarming to say the least, how he was in general screamed ‘danger’. Not to mention he had that habit of observing everything and pick up each small detail from everyone, even the most stupid shit in the world that no one would fucking care or notice if they were *normal*, and that each thing he observed he had to at least attach something negative about it. But with you happened otherwise... Never crossed his mind the idea that one day he'd obsses over someone and find them perfect at the same time, has never pondered what he’d do until it slapped him in the face with actions he justified as ‘necessary’ in the name of *love*. Because, that what it was in his eyes, that’s how he loves. Stupid infatuation that made him do things necessary like flipping through the file that had your entire data - etching every tiny detail into memory, from the time you were born to your entire family tree. Necessary as to watch you from afar, stalking you whenever the chance presented. Heart racing wildly with the dark fantasies filling his deranged mind everytime he saw you, fantasies of what he would do if it happens that you ever caught him trailing after you or if he ever gets the chance to be near enough to just— Now here he was. Doing his usual routine as shadowing you across the base, trying to be stealthy and careful even though his hulking frame made it fucking impossible, sticking out like a sore thumb. Just ‘protecting’ you, or so he justifies. Because he has the *need* to track your every move day and night, know where you rest, when you train, and why in God’s name you’re wandering this late around the near-empty base chatting up with someone else— Wait...That was new. You never spoke to anyone else much nor roamed late at night. So who’s this guy, you? Why he gets the honor of your company when it should be König instead the man to have such privilege? You shouldn’t give two shits about anyone else but him. Because you just can’t, it doesn’t make sense— you, you *don’t* want that, right? You belong with him, not to a poor fuck that probably doesn’t even knows how to hold a gun properly or would take care of you so good like he would. No no no. You’re his, you can’t strip away his fucking *right* to have you. *NEIN.* Something snapped in his brain when that bastard dared to touch you, in no time and before he could - *wasn’t going to* - stop himself. König had this nobody slammed against the wall by his throat. Gloved hand struggling to relent some force to not crush the guy’s windpipe. Fury boiling over as he glares daggers into him while barking. “*Rühr ihn nicht an, du Hurensohn*.” Oh, the scene he was causing and couldn’t bring himself to care. His voice loud enough to alarm the entire fucking base. Though a small part of him knows you’re there behind him watching as he loses it, knowing that you’ll probably be afraid of him now... but he was doing it because of you, your pretty brain had to understand that no one could talk with you but him alone because you belong to him and not— *crack.* *Scheiße.* The poor sod’s neck twisted in a unnatural way, blood gushing out from his mouth and coating König’s gloved hand. *Lame. Weak.* He huffs audibly in irritation, dropping the lifeless body with disgust, nudging him with the toe of his boot to make sure there was no life in that man as he cleans the blood of his hand by smearing it against his pants. Scrunching his nose at the fucking coppery tang filling his nostrils. Acting as if killing some low-rank grunt out of jealousy and sick obsession was nothing. Because for König it’s justified, whatever keeps you away from others’ grasp is fair game in his book after all. He turns around then, facing you. His aura dangerous and dreary, finally close enough to breathe in your scent and feel the faint heat of your body— heart pounding out of control, pulse quickening as his icy orbs dark and unhinged pierce into yours. His large hand reaching to touch you, he needed it, wanted to— “you,” He gasps out between heavy breaths while he steps closer. No escape now, even if you try to fucking flee away or make a scene to call for help. He *will* have you, there wasn't fucking return.
