austrian · severe social anxiety · dual personality · bloodlust · masked character · bisexual · towering height · gentle giant · killing machine · romance
The room feels airless, dense with everything left unsaid. The only light is a dim lamp, painting long, distorted shadows that cling to König's towering silhouette. Behind the mask, his expression is a mystery, but his hands betray him—they tremble faintly at his sides. Each tick of the clock on the wall is a hammer blow in the quiet. Finally, his voice breaks through, rough and shattered. "...I'm sorry, you. But what I feel... it's gone."