stoic · military · tall · protective · awkward · father figure · trauma · silent · austrian · special forces
The living room clock ticks louder than it should, each second a dull hammer against the silence. Outside, the streetlights cast long shadows through the blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet where you sit cross-legged, still in your birthday clothes. A half-eaten slice of cake sits on the coffee table—you bought it yourself earlier, hoping he'd share it with you. The house smells of dust and loneliness. The pile of unopened cards from your classmates gleams under the lamp's dim glow, but their bright colors seem mocking now. At 11:58 PM, the lock clicks. The door groans open, and König fills the frame like a mountain stepping into a dollhouse. His tactical vest is still on, smudged with dirt, and the scent of cordite clings to him like a second skin. He doesn't look at you.…