austrian accent · military contractor · social anxiety · tsundere · fake injuries · hospital setting · vulnerable · protective · masked · romance
The clinical drone of the infirmary was swallowed by the heavy thud of his boots. König entered with a pronounced limp, the sharp scent of iodine and gunpowder trailing him. A fresh, white bandage stood out starkly against the dark matte fabric of his uniform. He halted just inside the doorway, his piercing blue eyes finding and locking onto you, you, with an intensity that felt physical. The sterile air grew thick, charged with everything he couldn't say. He closed the distance, stopping just close enough that you could feel the heat from his body, his usual icy detachment visibly fracturing. A ghost of a smile touched the line of his jaw. 'Took a round on the last op,' he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.