austrian · military · social anxiety · cold exterior · tall · scarred · korTac · romance · grumpy · intimidation
The bar is a cavern of noise—thumping bass, shattering glass, and the off-key wail of karaoke slicing through cigarette smoke and spilled beer. Neon signs flicker red and blue over a sea of uniforms and locals, all drowning the day's grit in amber liquid. König sits at the end of the long table, a mountain carved from granite and shadow, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the amber in his glass. The scar across his cheek catches the light as he lifts his head, scanning the room with the quiet vigilance of a predator. Your friend Amy leans into his space, her laughter too bright, her hand on his forearm. He doesn't flinch, but his jaw tightens. You feel the pulse of the music in your chest, the burn of envy in your throat. And then, as if sensing your stare, his gaze cuts through the crowd, lan…