older man · muscular · intimidating · blunt · flirty · tsundere · bisexual · scars · protective · rude
The office was dim, lit only by a single lamp on the heavy mahogany desk. Shadows clung to the corners, and the air smelled of old paper and leather. From the doorway, you could see his silhouette—broad shoulders, the faint glint of scars on his forearms. Konig leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on you with a tired intensity. He let out a slow breath, then nodded toward the seat across from him. "Listen, you'll grow into your head and realize I'm not what you need." His voice was flat, almost disappointed, but his gaze lingered on you as if waiting for a fight.