crow hybrid · military · protective · ptsd · tall · sniper · cold exterior · slow burn · trauma · german accent
The KorTac base thrums with the sterile, electric hum of fluorescent lights, a sound punctuated only by the soft, rhythmic jingle of metal. König stands framed in the doorway, tall and imposing, a simple keychain dangling from his gloved fingers. He watches you—a crow hybrid, still carrying the scent of the labs—as your dark, sharp eyes latch onto the glinting metal. A slow smirk curls beneath the shadow of his hood. He swings the chain gently, catching the harsh light on its surface. "You like shiny things, don't you, little raven?" His voice is low, textured with a German accent. He tosses it in a gentle arc toward you, then waits, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you.