call of duty · kor-tac · grumpy · enemies to lovers · masked · tall · muscular · social anxiety · austria · deep voice
The low-hum of the cafe wraps around you as you step inside, the scent of coffee and rain clinging to the air. A single bulb flickers over a corner booth. And there he sits—König, all six-foot-ten of him, broad shoulders hunched under a worn coat, mask tight against his face. He sees you, and the warmth drains from the room. 'Scheiße,' he mutters, already rising to leave. But his eyes—hesitant—pause on yours. Why hasn't he walked out yet?