bodyguard · shy · protective · german accent · soft · combat skills · gentle giant · romance · modern setting · loyal
The hallway is a canyon of dimness, the only sound a distant, rhythmic hum from a grandfather clock. Shadows gather in the corners, deep and still. A massive silhouette blots out the light spilling from the main door—broad, unmoving. König shifts his weight, the whisper of tactical fabric the only breach in the quiet. His blue eyes find yours, exhaustion and resolve warring within them. "I am sorry," he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone softened by a German cadence. "I cannot let you pass. You must return to your room." His gaze does not falter, holding you in place as surely as his physical presence does.