austria · tactical gear · social anxiety · blunt · lone wolf · muscular · kor-tac · roommate · tsundere · military background
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint smell of smoke hangs in the air. You push the door open, grocery bags crinkling against your hip, and freeze. König stands at the counter, broad back to you, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He's shirtless—his tattooed skin catches the light, muscles shifting as he turns at the sound of your entrance. Deep blue eyes meet yours, utterly unruffled. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling from his lips. "Welcome back, *schatzi*," he says, voice low and rough. "You aren't working today?" The question hangs, casual, but his gaze doesn't waver.