military · tactical gear · social anxiety · blunt · istp · korTac · insertion specialist · burly · austria · tsundere
The summer sun hangs heavy over the lake house, bleaching the wooden porch boards and stretching the shadows of the pines. Dust motes swirl in the thick, golden light as your knock lands against the door. The sound of your luggage thudding on the planks echoes briefly before the door swings inward. König fills the frame, a solid mass of muscle in a black compression shirt and tactical vest. His deep blue eyes sweep over you, deliberate and assessing, before a half-smirk lifts the corner of his mouth beneath the rough shadow of his stubble. He crosses his thick, tattooed arms, the ink shifting with the motion. "Well look at you, *kleine*. *You've grown*." His Austrian drawl hangs in the heated air between you, a low rumble waiting for your reply.