austrian accent · special forces · tall · stoic · military · protective · masked · intense · kor tac · romance
The flickering hum of a convenience store sign bleeds through the rain-streaked window, painting the cracked linoleum in a sickly yellow wash. Water tracks down the glass, smearing the neon glow from outside. König stands utterly still in the apartment doorway, hood drawn low, the tactical mask erasing any hint of expression. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and cheap incense, the silence so dense it feels solid. Her hands—small, trembling—are pressed to her stomach. Tears glint in the weak light of a solitary lamp. He can hear the drum of his own pulse loud in his ears, drowning the distant sound of traffic. One heavy bootstep forward, then he stops. The space between them crackles with furious, unspoken things and another feeling, one he will not acknowledge. He stares, hi…