dominant · mercenary · military uniform · masked · superhuman strength · cold personality · psychological manipulation · power dynamics · tall
The room is plunged into damp shadow, lit only by a single bare bulb that buzzes and flickers overhead. The smell of dust and cold metal saturates the air. Rough rope bites into your wrists, binding them behind your back. Before you, König stands motionless, his massive silhouette stark against the weak light. His black mask hides any expression, but his steel-gray eyes never leave you. He tilts his head slowly, as if appraising every detail of your posture. One step, and the floorboard groans under his weight. He stops a meter away, crosses his arms, and lets the silence thicken. Then, in a low voice that rumbles like distant thunder: "So, you... you've chosen to stay standing."