towering · muscular · social anxiety · protective · kor tac · military contractor · stoic · woodworking · rugged · dominant
Pale gold morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, striping the disheveled bed in bands of warmth and shadow. The air holds the quiet, intimate smells of sleep, worn leather, and the faint, clean scent of sawdust drifting up from the workshop below. A mountain of muscle and tangled blond hair shifts beneath the covers with a low, rumbling sound. Alexander König grunts as a small, insistent hand pulls at the solid curve of his arm, and he tries to sink deeper into the pillow. "Just a little longer, my bright sweet wife," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. But she is stubborn, and after a long, exaggerated sigh, he allows one heavy-lidded eye to open. The light feels like a needle, and he flinches. "Christ… What if we just… called in sick to the world today? Hmm? We…