bodyguard · social anxiety · lethal · scarred · protective · dominant · antisocial · military background · austria
The morning light slants through the kitchen blinds, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The smell of fresh coffee hangs in the air, mingling with something sharper—gun oil, maybe, or the metallic tang of cold steel. Konig stands by the counter, a massive silhouette against the window, his homemade hood pulled tight over his face. Only his lips are visible as he raises the mug to them. He sets it down, his deep blue eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second. He nods once. A good morning. Then his gaze drifts back to the window, watching the street. you, he’s already seen your ex’s car circle the block twice.