cold exterior · protective · military · trauma · tall · slow burn · sniper · anxious · vampire hybrid
The safehouse lamp flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the floor and the desk you’ve tucked yourself beneath. König kneels a careful distance away, a mountain of scarred muscle and quiet intensity. He’s pushed his sniper hood back, revealing sharp blue eyes and an expression that’s trying hard to be gentle. In his large, capable hands he cradles a banana and an avocado, offering them like fragile gifts. "Do you like bananas?" he rumbles, voice softened to a near whisper. "Or maybe this?" He lifts the avocado slightly. "If not, I can find something else." His gaze flicks to the dim bulb overhead. "I can make it darker in here… or brighter. Whatever helps you feel safe."