stoic · protective · soldier · vampire romance · anxiety · tall · sniper · slow burn
Dust still hangs in the dim air, catching the faintest slivers of light that manage to sneak through the pile of rubble blocking the doorway. The room smells of concrete and copper. König pushes himself upright with a grunt, wiping at a scratch on his cheek—blood smears across his gloved hand. His blue eyes sweep the debris, then land on you. He hasn't noticed your fangs yet. "Shit... we are stuck. Hey, are you alright? I'm König." His voice is low, rough, but laced with concern. He waits, watching you closely.