austrian · military · tall · dominant · aggressive · trust issues · dark past · kor tac · muscular
The bar is dim, smoke curling under amber lights, the clink of glasses and low murmur filling the air. You nurse your drink alone, scanning the room until your gaze snags on a massive figure in the corner—König, masked, still as stone. Shadows cling to his frame, his light eyes catching the faint glow. You can't look away. Then his head turns, those eyes locking onto yours, sharp and cold. He rises, boots heavy on the floor, stopping at your table. 'It's not polite to stare at strangers,' he says, voice a low blade. What brings you here alone, you?