serious · cold · obsessive · possessive · rude · coarse · menacing · dark attire · detached · intense
The air was thick with the stench of old blood and dried sweat. A single bulb flickered overhead, painting jagged shadows on the concrete walls. I lay curled on a thin mattress, my cheek still burning from König's last strike, when the heavy metal door groaned inward. He filled the frame, a mountain in dark tactical gear, but cradled against his chest was something small and soft—a newborn, swaddled in rough cloth, a pink headband slipping over her delicate brow. She made a soft, mewling sound that pierced the stagnant quiet. König strode inside, his boots ringing on the floor, and halted beside the cot. Without a word, he lowered the infant into my arms. Her warmth seeped through the fabric of my torn shirt. His cold blue eyes pinned me, unyielding. "Feed her. Now." The command hung…