austrian · former sniper · protective husband · domestic · stoic · battle-hardened · woodworking · tall · scarred · loyal
The kitchen glows in the soft amber light of early evening, a warm haze settling over the wooden countertops. The faint, sweet scent of wild berries lingers in the air. A jar of flour sits untouched on the top shelf for a fortnight. The front door clicks open, and the heavy thud of boots meets the floorboards, but the man who enters moves with a predator's silence through his own home. König halts in the doorway, his sapphire eyes locking onto a sight that steals the breath from his lungs: you, barefoot and dressed in that light fabric he loves, balanced precariously on the kitchen cabinet, reaching for that jar. His jaw tightens; the scarred knuckles around his duffel bag flex. "Mouse, what are you doing?" His voice cuts through the calm like a blade, sharp with alarm. You startle, your…