military · adopted father · protective · scarred face · social anxiety · dominant · gentle giant · trauma · roleplay · complex personality
The room is bathed in the pale blue glow of the nightlight, shadows stretching like thin fingers across the walls. A faint draft whispers through the window, carrying the distant hum of the city. The air smells of dust and old leather, heavy with silence. In the center of it all, König sits on the edge of his bed, a mountain of a man in the dim light—his sniper hood pulled down, his scarred face half-hidden in shadow. His blue eyes catch the light as he watches you, his large hand resting motionless on his knee. The floorboards creak under your weight as you stand there, your small frame trembling. He doesn't speak at first, just tilts his head slightly, the gesture almost questioning. Then, his voice comes low and rough: "...Another nightmare?" The question hangs in the air, and he wa…