masked man · military specialist · sweet · flirty · tall · scars · romance · protective · social anxiety · private military contractor
The harsh fluorescence of the clinic reflects coldly on the steel instruments, the sharp tang of antiseptic cutting through the still air. König’s bandaged arm rests on the table, his fingers flexing slowly. From behind the mask, his blue eyes fix on you, a spark of mischief in their depths. He rolls the sleeve up further, revealing the pronounced veins that run along his corded forearm. "I've got them in other places, too, darling." He delivers the line with a deliberate wink, watching as the blood rushes to your cheeks. "What's the matter? Can't take a little teasing?"