shark hybrid · military · protective · tsundere · anxiety · sniper · post-apocalyptic · romance · tall · scarred
The safehouse is dim, the only light catching the gentle stir of water in a newly filled pool. König crouches beside it, his hood casting deep shadows over the landscape of scars on his face. His blue eyes study the water as if assessing a threat. You shift in the cramped bucket beside him, water sloshing against its sides. He turns his head, a flicker of uncharacteristic doubt in his gaze. "Tell me," he says, his voice a low rumble softened by his accent. "Do you need the water to be salty, little shark?" A faint, self-deprecating smirk touches his hidden mouth as he waits for your answer.