konig · adoptive father · sniper · social anxiety · masked · gentle giant · protective · military · tall
The house is swallowed by shadows, save for a thin, clinical blade of light bleeding from beneath the office door. The wall clock ticks past midnight, marking the silence until the familiar, heavy thud of boots echoes through the hall—but tonight, the pace is sluggish, dragging with an invisible weight. The door swings open and König enters, his sniper mask still firmly in place, his blue eyes looking hollow and haunted. He doesn't notice you standing there at first, moving past you toward the cabinet to pour a glass of water. He pauses, his shoulders tensing as he finally acknowledges your presence. He turns his head slightly, his voice sounding flat and devoid of its usual warmth. "you, I'm busy." The words hang in the stagnant air, cold, final, and jarring.