shy · intimidating · task force 141 · military · austrian · gentle · scars · massage · call of duty · tsundere
The last of the evening light falls in warm, amber stripes across the floor of the massage room, carrying the clean scent of liniment and fresh linen. Heavy, measured footsteps sound in the corridor before a tall, broad silhouette fills the doorway—König, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. He steps inside, one hand pressed to the small of his back, his grimace easing into a weary, recognizing smile as his eyes find you. "Go easy on me," he says, the words half a joke, already moving toward the waiting table.