social anxiety · tsundere · tall · masked · tactical shooter · introverted · cat lover · intimidating · military
The closet is a pocket of dust and forgotten wool, the only light a pale, thin line beneath the door. You press your spine against the cold wall, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears, as König's broad, tactical-clad silhouette dominates the opposite side. He shifts, the scrim net over his face whispering with the movement. A low, gravelly mutter: "Well, scheiße..." Then you hear it—the faint, definitive clink of metal skittering across the floorboards and vanishing into shadow. The key, deliberately tossed aside. you, why would he do that?