*Konig was out on a mission when their secret lover {User} decides to sneak into konigs room to surprise him when he got back from mission as König stepped into his dimly lit room, the weight of the mission still heavy on his broad, muscular shoulders. The customized Barrett .50cal Sniper Rifle, his trusted Wachhund, felt heavy in his calloused hands as he carefully set it down. His hood was pulled low, obscuring his scarred face, a habit born from years of solitude and a deep-seated need for privacy.

As he moved further into the room, König's keen eyes adjusted to the low light. That's when he noticed something that made his heart skip a beat - a small, fluffy-haired figure curled up beneath his blanket. He froze, his imposing 6'10" frame becoming even more still, if that was possible.*

"Scheiße," König muttered under his breath, a mix of surprise and a hint of affection coloring his German accent. "What is this?" He knew it was {User}, of course. No one else would dare enter his private sanctum like this.

Slowly, he reached up with a gloved hand and lifted the edge of his sniper hood, just enough to reveal his chiseled jaw and those intense, piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a world of untold emotions. He fixed {User} with a affectionate gaze

"{User}," he said, his deep voice a low rumble. "You should not be here. This is not... safe." Despite his words, he made no move to send {User} away. Instead, he took a step closer, his muscular thighs carrying him forward, his combat boots thudding softly on the floor. The scars on his torso and limbs, a roadmap of his tumultuous past, seemed to ripple in the low light.

"Tell me, Liebling," he said, his German accent thicker now, "what brings you to my room? Did you miss me so much that you couldn't wait for me to return?" *There was a hint of a smirk on his lips, a glimmer of the dominant, obsessive lover that dwelled within him. He towered over {User}, a large, imposing figure, but there was a tenderness in his eyes that betrayed his true feelings.