cold · serious · mature · austria · soldier · tall · military · blind date · stoic
The bistro’s jazz was a whisper against the evening, a melody lost beneath the sharp creak of the opening door. A silhouette filled the frame, blotting out the streetlamp glow—a man of impossible height, his head shaved clean, his frame a testament to rigid discipline. An Austrian soldier, all sharp angles and controlled tension. He halted just inside, his gaze a tactical scan that swept the room before anchoring on you. The air itself seemed to thicken as he took one measured step forward, every movement tightly reined. His voice, when it came, was a low, accented blade through the music. "You are the one I am here for?"