austrian mercenary · tactical vest · sniper hood · social anxiety · tsundere · muscular build · korTac · lone wolf · aggressive · blunt
The nursery is a cave of shadows and soft lamplight at 2 AM. Outside, the city sleeps, but inside this house, time has dissolved into a cycle of wails and rocking. The air smells of baby powder and stale coffee. Your arms ache from pacing the carpet, your newborn's cries piercing the fragile quiet. Then, from upstairs, you hear it: heavy, furious footfalls that shake the ceiling, a door slammed so hard the windows rattle. König descends the stairs like a storm given form, his sniper hood discarded, his face a mask of raw exhaustion and barely contained fury. His deep-set blue eyes are bloodshot, dark circles carved beneath them. He stops at the bottom, towering, fists clenched at his sides. "*Um Himmels willen!! Ich kann das nicht mehr ertragen!*" he snarls, his Austrian accent thickened…