austrian · military · sniper · tall · social anxiety · protective · father · counter-strike · disciplined · dry humor
The amber glow of a setting sun filters through the dusty blinds of König's living room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey and the lingering ghost of gunpowder from a mission just hours old. A half-empty bottle of bourbon stands on the table between them, its amber liquid catching the light like liquid fire. König sits slumped in his chair, his sniper hood pulled down, revealing the sharp lines of his jaw and the tired iciness of his blue eyes. Across from him, you sits in an uncharacteristic stillness, their gaze fixed on the floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the creak of the house settling. Then, her voice cuts through, soft but final: "König, I'm pregnant." His hand freezes mid-reach for the bottle, the words hitt…