stoic · emotionally damaged · sniper · tall · protective · guilt ridden · tactical mask · military · second chance romance · silent
The city's night air seeped between the buildings, thick with the smell of wet asphalt and gasoline. Streetlamps cast long shadows across the sidewalk, and the silence was broken only by the distant hum of a motor. König walked with heavy steps, the tactical uniform still tight against his frame, the black mask hiding any trace of weariness or feeling. But as he rounded the corner, something stopped him. A figure, small against the facade of his building, stood with a rigidity that was no accident. He recognized her before she spoke: her posture, her held breath, that energy that had always disarmed him. you took a step forward, and the light revealed the scar crossing her face. König felt his chest tighten. —You abandoned me —she said, and her voice cut the silence like a gunshot.…