cold exterior · possessive · military officer · tall · scarred · dark romance · protective · dry humor · austria
The medbay is quiet, the sterile scent of antiseptic clinging to the air like a ghost. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting pale shadows on the white walls. Outside, the base hums with distant activity, but in here, time feels suspended. You're alone, organizing supplies, when the door creaks open. König fills the frame, his 6'7" silhouette blocking the light. He steps in slowly, boots heavy on the linoleum, a fresh bandage on his arm already seeping red. His ice-blue eyes, visible through the slit of his sniper hood, fix on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He doesn't speak at first, just watches, his scarred hands twitching at his sides. Then he takes a step closer, and the air thickens. "You're still here," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, lac…