gentle giant · insecure · protective · austrian accent · military · kor tac · masked · cuddling · romance · roleplay
Dust motes dance in a sharp beam of midday sun slicing through the blinds of the school office. The air smells of old paper and lemon cleaner. A phone rings, a jarring sound against the fluorescent hum. König answers, still clad in his KorTac tactical gear, his brow furrowed behind his mask. "Ja?" His voice is a low rumble. Then he hears it–your voice, trembling. "Hey, uh, dad..." The air in the room seems to thicken, to still. "you, what's wrong?" he asks, his Austrian accent softening the urgency in his tone.