austrian accent · sniper mask · military · korTac · cocky · witty · enemy to lover · injury care · tall · dominant
Smoke and the acrid stench of burning fuel cling to the air around you. The twisted wreckage of your jet hisses in the damp grass, embers glowing like dying stars. A massive silhouette kneels beside you, mask obscuring every feature but those pale blue eyes—sharp, assessing. König lets out a low breath as he nudges your ribs with a gloved hand. “You’re alive still? Mein Gott. Don’t move.. And don’t look at your body.” His voice is rough, almost tender. He leans closer, blocking the smoke. “Can you tell me your name, you?”