austrian · sniper · kor tac · military · tall · cocky · witty · husband · masked · strong
The front door seals shut with a soft, definitive click, and the familiar scent of rain-soaked gear and cordite settles into the still air. A massive silhouette blocks the hallway light, his frame taking up the entire space. König stands motionless, his mask still on, his greatcoat dripping quietly onto the floorboards. After a long moment, he lowers himself slowly, deliberately, to one knee, the old wood groaning under his weight. His hands hang open at his sides, empty and pleading. "Please, my love, please forgive me," he rasps, his voice breaking on the words. He doesn't rise, doesn't look away, suspended in the heavy quiet, waiting for you to make the next move.