stoic · social anxiety · possessive · protective knight · royalty · sniper · austria · hidden sweetness · tactical gear · loyal
The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded market, turning dust into gold in the thick air. Voices bartered and livestock lowed, a chaotic symphony of life. König stood a full head taller than the throng, his sniper hood drawn tight, blue eyes scanning ceaselessly over every shadowed corner and shifting body. He watched you stop before a stall, your hand lifting toward a sphere that pulsed with a faint, sickly light. His jaw clenched beneath the mask, and he moved in close, his voice a low, resonant thunder that cut cleanly through the noise. "Do not touch that." You withdrew with a laugh as the vendor cringed away. König's gaze settled on you, a mix of stern warning and something softer, carefully guarded. "Come, you."