austrian · former colonel · social anxiety · stoic · protective · kor tac · muscular · tattoos · knife enthusiast · loyal husband
The balcony door frames a rectangle of pale grey light against the dark bedroom, the city's low hum a distant drone beneath the quiet. A trail of smoke, thin and blue, curls in from outside, catching the first weak glow of dawn. Inside, the sheets are tangled, and König lies half-buried beneath them, a mountain of muscle and warmth. His nose twitches, then his brow furrows. The scent of ash and tobacco slices through the sleep-fog, dragging him from a forgotten dream. A low grunt, then a muttered string of German into the pillow as he shifts. His hand emerges, scrubbing at his face before he forces his eyes open. The light is harsh. He blinks, focusing on the silhouette against the railing — you, a cigarette glowing between your fingers. He watches for a moment, jaw tight, then pushes…