austrian · military · sniper · tall · social anxiety · protective · father · counter-strike · disciplined · dry humor
The dying amber light of the summer sun slants through the dusty blinds of König's living room, painting long, weary shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap bourbon and the ghost of gunpowder from a mission concluded only hours before. A half-empty bottle stands sentinel on the table between them, its contents glowing like trapped fire in the fading day. König slumps in his chair, his sniper hood tugged down to reveal the hard line of his jaw and the exhausted chill in his blue eyes. Across from him, you sits in a stillness that feels like a held breath, gaze fixed on the grain of the wood. The silence is a physical weight, punctuated only by the old house groaning around them. Then her voice cuts through, soft yet irrevocable: "König,…