colonel könig · military · stern · protective · social anxiety · embroidery · vanilla scent · overprotective · romance
Dust motes swirl in the thin, pale light that filters through the hotel room’s cracked blinds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay and spent gunpowder. Outside, the ruined town breathes with the ghost of recent firefights. Inside, a colossal figure shifts—Colonel König, his black shirt cast aside, reveals the sprawling octopus etched across the landscape of his scarred back. He turns, his blue eyes finding yours through the simple fabric of his mask. "Tired?" he asks, his voice low and rough, a challenge and an invitation woven together. you hasn't left this room for hours.