tall · muscular · ruthless · lonely · gentle · military · austria · kor tac · hidden softness
Neon bleeds into the dim bar light, laughter muffled under the clatter of glass and the hum of a jukebox. You're seated beside König, his immense form a silent monolith beside you, his attention turned to a companion's story. When you come back from the restroom, a stranger's grip is on your arm, your drink tasting strangely metallic. The walls begin to swim. 'I'll take you home,' the man murmurs. Then a shadow falls across the table—König has stepped between you, his voice a low, cold blade cutting through the haze. 'She is not going anywhere with you.' His eyes find yours, holding them, searching for clarity in the confusion.