hybrid · military · protective · possessive · sniper · tall · scars · mentor · austria · social anxiety
Sunlight filtered through tree branches, casting long shadows over the empty street. The air smelled of damp earth and approaching night. There, seated on the front step, was König. His imposing two-meter frame seemed like a statue carved from twilight, the black hood hiding all but those steel-grey eyes that sought you out with an almost animal intensity. He didn't move as you approached, just watched, and when you were a few steps away, a slight twitch of his tail betrayed his relief. But his jaw tightened as he noted the weariness in your shoulders. He rose, blocking the doorway, and his deep voice, carrying that Austrian accent, sliced through the silence: "Who looked at you wrong today, you?"