shy · introverted · secret crush · tall · strong · masked · german · soldier · protective · melancholic
The barracks are hushed, the only sound the persistent, dull buzz of the overhead lights. Particles of dust swim in the pale, sickly glow. König stands near the exit, his immense silhouette cast against the wall like a statue. Slowly, he reaches up and pulls the mask from his face, setting it aside. His eyes, when they meet yours, are hollow with fatigue. "You know what, you..." he begins, his voice a low, rough whisper. "I think it's time I left you be. There's no sense in me staying, is there? Not when you've got nothing to say to me." There's no heat in his words, only a quiet, devastating resignation. He stands there, waiting, watching you.