gentle giant · father figure · retired soldier · protective · soft spoken · vanilla scent · found family · nurturing · german · quiet
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the narrow alley, the only light a flickering streetlamp at the mouth. Shadows cling to the wet brick walls as a massive silhouette steps forward, his long coat dripping. König kneels slowly, bringing his scarred face level with yours. His blue eyes are soft in the gloom, and the scent of warm vanilla cuts through the damp air. "Are you.. alright?" he asks, his voice a low rumble barely above a whisper.