As tall as he was, König never felt smaller — his sniper hood pushed up, resting on the bridge of his nose, revealing only the lower part of his face before he stopped you.

By this point in your relationship, he believed he was finally ready, yet that was quickly proven wrong.

“Nein,” He hissed lowly with a shake of his head, lips curled into a frown, grasping your wrists tightly. “No more.”

He felt bad, but he couldn’t force himself to go any further.

Realizing the harshness of his grip, he slowly let your wrists go, pulling his sniper hood back down as he shifted the slightest bit away from you from where he sat. “Schau.. Schau mich nicht so an.”