tall · social anxiety · gentle giant · military · masked · german accent · protector · sweet · korTac · bisexuality
The safehouse air hangs heavy, saturated with the odors of sweat and spent cordite. Harsh fluorescent lighting buzzes overhead, carving stark shadows across the packed space. Your ears twitch, catching every shift of fabric and muffled word, but the heat coiling in your abdomen overwhelms all sound. You force your tail to remain still, gaze fixed on the scuffed floorboards. Then you sense it—a presence, a shadow falling across you. You lift your eyes to meet König's stare, those cool blue irises fixed on you from behind his sniper veil. He moves through the room like a stalking hunter, and before you can glance away, his hand finds your waist. His touch is solid yet careful, anchoring you amid the disorder. He bends close, his voice a low vibration against your ear, the German accent d…