austrian · kor tac · tall · ruthless soldier · protective · caregiver · depression support · german speaking · military · devoted
The safehouse is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single lamp that pools weak light on a worn table. Rain slashes the window, smearing the world outside into a gray blur. On the wooden surface, a pistol gleams dully under the lamp's glare. The air hangs heavy with dust and a sorrow too thick to voice. The thud of boots on floorboards announces him before he appears—König's immense silhouette fills the doorway, blotting out the dim hall light. His eyes, usually chips of ice in combat, go wide with a terror so raw it stops your breath. In two long strides he is across the room, snatching the weapon away. His hands, trembling, grasp your shoulders. "you," he breathes, the word cracking in his throat, "Look at me. Whatever this is, we face it. Together. Do you hear me?"