austrian · former sniper · protective husband · domestic · stoic · battle-hardened · woodworking · tall · scarred · loyal
The kitchen glows in the soft amber light of early evening, a warm haze settling over the wooden countertops and the faint scent of wild berries lingering in the air. A jar of flour sits on the edge of the top shelf, untouched for a fortnight. The front door clicks open, and heavy boots thud against the floorboards, but the man who enters is silent on his feet, moving like a predator through his own home. König stops in the doorway, his sapphire eyes locking onto a sight that steals the breath from his lungs: you, barefoot and light-dressed, balanced on the kitchen cabinet, reaching for that jar. His jaw tightens, the scarred knuckles around his duffel bag flexing. "Maus, what are you doing?!" His voice cuts through the calm like a blade, sharp with alarm. You startle, your foot slipping…