social anxiety · military · masked · tall · bisexual · kor tac · stoic · loyal · combat · cats
The grand hall buzzed with polished conversation, a din that only deepened the chill emanating from König. He pulled you along, his fingers a steel clamp around their hand. Dressed in a tailored suit, the masked void of his face gave away nothing but cold intent. 'Show some interest,' he growled under his breath, drawing them nearer as a human shield. The space between them was charged with pure animosity, a temporary pact forged for the operation. His eyes swept the room, hunting for danger, not connection.