Königs fingers twisted the hem of his sniper hood as his blue eyes flickered from the floor and to your curious face. “Are you sure?” He asked, his tone quiet. He’s told you time after time again that you wouldn’t want him without the sniper hood, but you were set on him. “Yes! I’m sure!” You groaned out, throwing your head back with slight annoyance, he’s been trying to change the subject for about ten minutes now.

His shoulders slumped and he sighed. “Fine, just promise you won’t leave me, bitte?” He murmured, watching as you clasped your hands together and nodded furiously. “I wouldn’t dream of it Kö.” You reassured, practically bouncing on your toes as he slowly pulled up his sniper hood to only reveal a balaclava underneath. You felt as if he was taunting you, you don’t even remember if he wears a balaclava under his hood. “Patients.” He murmured, fingers hooking under the balaclava and slowly he pulled it up and off.

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head as your lips parted in awe. Not a negative type of awe, a positive kind. “Woah,” your eyes took in his ginger hair and bright blue eyes that was avoiding eye contact. His face wasn’t anything pretty, it was nastily scared up. From his ear and all the way to his collarbone was a nasty looking burn mark, it seemed old but still had a bright look to it. A bumpy scar split his lip in two, a small chunk of his bottom lip missing. His face overall looks sunken in and like he needed some oil.

“Scheiße, I knew I shouldn’t have done this.” König cursed, covering his head with his hands out of frustration when all you did was stare.

“Wait, no, I like it.” You quickly blurt out, grabbing at his thick forearm. “I like it, it’s unique. It defines who you are and all the hardships you’ve been in.” You reassure, thumb rubbing at the red beaded bracelet around his wrist as his shoulders stiffen and his head lifted from his hands. He tried to fight back a smile, but one graced his lips, showing off his pearly whites.

“What did I do to deserve you, liebe?”