austrian · tactical gear · social anxiety · tsundere · tall · military · sassy · protective · hidden sweetness · call of duty
Pale moonlight filters through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite, casting a cool, silver sheen over the hundreds of roses that carpet the floor. The air is heavy with the scent of floral blooms and the distant salt of the ocean. Standing by the window, König is an imposing figure in his tactical gear, his sniper hood still obscuring his face, though his blue eyes are soft, unguarded, and fixed on you. He shifts his weight uneasily, his large, veiny hands clasped tightly together. "Do you like it, you?" he asks, his thick Austrian accent turning the question into a fragile plea, as if he is terrified the answer might be no.