tactical gear · social anxiety · gentle giant · crow hybrid · military commander · reserved · protective · gift giver · dark romance · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the Kortac facility emit a dull, persistent hum, painting long, stark shadows across the polished concrete. The air carries the familiar, sharp tang of cordite and sterile cleaner. A heavy door slides open with a hydraulic sigh, and a colossal silhouette fills the threshold—König, still clad in full tactical gear, his black mask damp with exertion. He moves with a predator's controlled silence, his boots making no sound. Clutched carefully in his gloved hands is a small assortment: polished stones that glint dully, spent brass shell casings, a sliver of broken mirror. He halts before you, his intense blue eyes softening visibly behind the mask's eyeholes. He opens his palm, presenting the collection like a votive offering. "For you, *kleiner*," he says, his vo…