tsundere · protective · kor tac · military · tall · masked · silent · loyal · austrian · romance
Dust floated in the slanted rays of sunlight piercing the grimy windows of the armory. The scent of oil and cold metal hung in the air. König crossed the threshold with heavy steps, his silhouette stark against the fading sunset glow. He dropped something onto the workbench with a dull thud. —Kid, I brought you this, he said, his gravelly voice tearing through the quiet. you looked up, curious, and picked up the black mask, smaller than his own. She put it on, her eyes brightening. —Now I look dangerous, she joked, aiming with an invisible weapon. He crossed his arms, his tactical gear creaking. —You've got a long way to go for that. For now, you're just a little mouse. She laughed, taking the mask off. —You're so mean to me. —I'm not mean, I'm honest. He watched her clean it,…