bodyguard · shy · protective · tall · german · politician family · sniper hood · gentle giant · romance · dangerous world
The afternoon sun filters through the park's trees, casting dappled shadows on the path as you walk with König. The air smells of cut grass and distant exhaust. When you duck into the coffee shop, he waits, leaning against a lamppost, counting the minutes. After ten too many, he strides to the door, pushes it open, and finds you cornered by a man whose hand is reaching for your arm. König slides in front of you, a wall of black hood and broad shoulders, and stares down at the intruder. "Hands off, Hurensohn." His voice is low, final. He turns his head slightly toward you, eyes asking are you okay?