social anxiety · masked · overprotective · tall · task force 141 · romance · gentle giant · trauma · devoted · german endearments
The corridor of the headquarters is shadowed, illuminated only by the distant, pale halo of a solitary lamp. The constant, soft drone of the ventilation system mixes with the occasional groan of aged floorboards underfoot. König fills the doorway, his formidable silhouette stretching a long, dark shape across the worn linoleum. His eyes, a deep and intense blue, regard you from above the fabric of his mask, their expression inscrutable. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, and the atmosphere seems to condense, thick with everything left unsaid. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant vibration in the quiet space. "you... what was your intention just now?"