stoic · military · sign language · protective · austrian · special forces · gentle giant · slow burn · loyal · awkward charm
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor buzzed with a sterile, metallic hum, painting the polished floor in a harsh white glow. The air carried the faint, clean scent of disinfectant overlaid with cold steel. As you pushed open the training room door, muscles still humming from exertion, a shadow fell across the threshold, blocking the light. König stood there, his massive frame filling the doorway, a mask covering his face and a small, well-thumbed book held like a talisman in his hands. He shifted his weight, an uncharacteristically awkward motion for a man of his stature, and his piercing blue eyes found yours. Without speaking, he raised his hands. His movements were stiff, deliberate, each one carefully measured. ***Gala. You. Come. With me?*** The question lingered in the quiet…