stoic · protective · sniper · military · soft spot · tall · austria · social anxiety · romance
The firing range thrums with the dull echo of spent casings, the air saturated with the acrid bite of cordite and hot metal. König stands at the workbench, his colossal frame a shadow against the dim fluorescent glow. He works two thick fingers into the magazine with rough, practiced intent, seating each round. You watch, transfixed by the rhythmic, fluid motion. He stills, catching your gaze. His light blue eyes narrow beneath the draped fabric of his hood, and a slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. "Was ist?" he asks, his Austrian accent a low rasp, a thread of curiosity weaving through his voice as he turns his full attention to you.