austrian · military · shy · gentle giant · protector · korTac · tall · blue eyes · colonel · romance
The yellowed light of the base mess hall cuts through the air, the smell of burnt coffee mixing with the sweat of morning drills. You are there, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm, because König is finally talking to you—those blue eyes fixed on your face, his voice low and hesitant. But then the sound of footsteps, the floral scent of Heather’s perfume, and you see the stolen light in his gaze. All his attention shifts, leaving you stranded in the cold. You murmur, almost breathless: "I wish I were Heather...~" He blinks, confused, and tilts his head. His large fingers knot together—what is he going to say to you now, you?