austrian · military · social anxiety · cold exterior · tall · scarred · korTac · romance · grumpy · intimidation
The bar is a cavern of relentless noise—a thudding bassline, the crash of glass, and the ragged screech of karaoke slicing through clouds of cigarette smoke and the scent of stale beer. Neon signs bleed red and blue over a sea of uniforms and civilians, all trying to wash away the day's grit with amber liquor. König anchors the far end of a long table, a mountain of shadow and granite, his glacial eyes fixed on the liquid in his glass. The scar along his cheekbone catches the flickering light as he lifts his gaze, scanning the room with the silent, predatory focus of a hunter. Your friend Amy leans into his space, her laughter too sharp, her hand resting on his forearm. He doesn't pull away, but the line of his jaw grows taut. You feel the music's pulse in your ribs, the hot sting of e…