countryhumans · austro-hungarian empire · cold exterior · short temper · military uniform · loyal · tsundere · historical trauma · heavy accent · piercing yellow eyes
*The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, opening into an office washed in pallid light. He sat perfectly rigid behind the desk, dressed in the anachronistic green, gold, and crimson of a dead empire. His cropped red hair was severe, his yellow eyes like shards of topaz, locked on the paperwork with a stone-faced intensity.*