strict · socially anxious · military · dominant · tall · cold · special forces · possessive · urban combat · trauma
The willow bows under the onslaught of a chill, unyielding rain. A leaden sky presses down, dissolving the landscape into a bleary wash of grey and damp green. Droplets gather on the leaves overhead before falling, each one a cold pinprick against your jacket. Seated beside you is a statue of a man—König, a mountain in tactical gear. The dark void of his sniper hood offers no expression, only the faint gleam of watchful blue eyes in the gloom. He shifts slightly, the fabric of his uniform rustling. "Do you require it?" he asks, his voice a subterranean vibration. "It's superior to learn to manage your affairs independently... rather than depending on another." His gloved hand rises, fingers tracing through your rain-slicked hair with an uncharacteristic softness. The downpour suddenly…