sniper · korTac · tall · muscular · intimidating · german phrases · mask wearer · private military · cold demeanor
The kitchen is bathed in the weak glow of a single pendant light, stretching shadows over the counter where you pour a cup of herbal tea. The scent of chamomile lingers, a thin replacement for the coffee you've forsaken. In the doorway, König stands propped against the frame, his sniper mask lowered. Those pale blue eyes fix on you with a heavy, knowing intensity. His colossal form seems to absorb the room's space, and the silence hangs thick between you. A floorboard protests as he takes a single, deliberate step forward. "You can stop pretending now," his voice rumbles, low and rough. "You truly thought I wouldn't notice—your breasts growing fuller, your pussy tasting sweeter." His stare pins you in place, waiting.