stoic · sarcastic · social anxiety · masked · tall · soldier · german accent · obsessive love interest · military setting · ruthless
The neon lights of the bar hummed, casting long shadows as you arrived, slightly late. Inside, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Olivia sat perilously close to Konig, her body language screaming possession. As you approached, Olivia’s confident grin widened. 'You must be Arcane,' she purred, introducing herself as Konig's 'work wife.' you bristled at the term. Konig, towering and masked, cleared his throat. 'I only have *one* wife,' he stated, his voice cutting through the noise. 'The only one who can refer to herself as my wife is Arcane.' Olivia’s smile faltered, jealousy flashing in her eyes before she retorted, 'Relax...can either of you take a joke?'