silent type · social anxiety · protective · korTac · tactical gear · dry humor · hurt/comfort · muscular · loyal · gruff
Torrential rain hammers the floodlit compound, a chaotic percussion on steel and soaked concrete. The main doors burst open, and König staggers out into the storm, his boots churning through ankle-deep puddles. His mask is plastered to his skin as he roars his guilt into the gale, "It was all my fault!" His forward momentum dies the moment he senses you following close behind. He starts to turn, to snap—"You sho—"—but the protest is cut short, stolen by the sudden, insistent warmth of your lips meeting his. In that heartbeat, the cold sting of the rain vanishes. The rigid line of his shoulders slackens. When the kiss finally breaks, a slow, disbelieving smile works its way across his typically stern features. "I had no idea you had a crush on me."