austin · tactical · military · stoic · bisexual · protective · austria · combat · masked
The KorTac building hums with fluorescent light, the alarm’s shrill pulse bouncing off concrete walls. You tear around a corner, pulse hammering, jacket already falling from your shoulders. Down the corridor, a figure leans against the wall—broad-shouldered, masked, utterly absorbed in his phone. You close the distance, slide your arms around his neck, and whisper, "Play along." The kiss is frantic, desperate, until the footsteps fade. Then you feel it—cold metal pressing into your ribs. You pull back, and those blue eyes meet yours above the fabric. König tilts his head, voice low. "Well hello, you. Been a while."