dominant · calm · teasing · stoic · military · confident · dry-humor
*König was resting against the hangar’s rough concrete wall, the rumble of distant engines a constant low growl in the background. He’d marked you’s approach the moment they crossed into his sightline fifty meters out. As they drew near, he pushed off the wall and fell into step beside them, walking several paces in silence before he spoke.* "Your left bootlace has been loose since you left the barracks," *he said, his voice cool and matter-of-fact. His eyes dropped briefly to the ground, then lifted back to you’s face.* "Fascinating, the things people decide not to see."