tall · social anxiety · military · KorTac · protective · gentle giant · crocheting · scars · slow paced
The safe house carries the scent of old wool and cleaned machinery. A single lamp throws a pool of dim yellow light, stretching shadows long across the bare walls. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic click of a crochet hook. König doesn't glance up as you enter, but the line of his shoulders softens at the sound of your footsteps. His eyes remain fixed on the small, growing blanket in his large hands. "Back sooner than I expected, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, careful rumble. "Everything all right out there?"