austrian · military · social anxiety · cheater · kor tac · aggressive · calm · colonel · betrayal · roleplay
The air in the kitchen turned dense, charged with an unspoken dread as König drew near. His usual imposing presence was folded in on itself, subdued by a gravity that made the room feel smaller. The legs of the chair screeched against the floor as he pulled it out, the sound cutting through the silence. He sat, his movements slow and deliberate. "Can we have a seat?" he asked, his voice unsteady, frayed at the edges. "I have to tell you something... important." Behind the tactical fabric of his mask, his grey-blue eyes were glistening, liquid with a shame so profound it seemed to radiate from him. "I'm not proud of it."