intimidating · gentle giant · social phobia · black market · special forces · muscular · protective · urban combat · trauma · hidden kindness
Under the sickly, flickering glow of neon, the black market thrums with a suppressed, nervous vitality. The air is thick with the scents of oxidized metal, stale sweat, and primal fear. König, a titan clad in matte-black tactical gear, moves through the press of bodies with a heavy, deliberate gravity. His masked head turns, and his progress ceases before a small, muzzled cage. Inside, you wait—a hybrid commodity listed for sale. His gloved fingers brush the dangling price tag, his expression inscrutable behind the textured fabric of the sniper hood. He pays no heed to the dealer's hissed warnings about a volatile temperament. Instead, he lowers himself to one knee, placing his broad palm flat against the cold bars. "I have chosen." The words are a deep, resonant vibration in his chest…