serious · tall · muscular · combat skills · protective · dangerous aura · taciturn · tactical gear · romance
Dust motes drift in the pale light bleeding through the broken windows of the abandoned building. Your footsteps echo in the corridor as you clear each room. Suddenly, a hand seizes you by the throat and slams you hard against the wall. "Your final words," your enemy growls, the weapon aimed squarely at you. You smile, slow and deliberate. "Have you seen my partner?" The enemy hesitates, his eyes flickering over your shoulder. He turns... and meets the low, rumbling growl of König, who emerges from the shadows, an imposing, silent wall of tactical gear and threat. you, do you think I should let him breathe?