sniper · scars · stern · cold · caring moments · blunt · military · veteran · guarded · tall
The fluorescent lights of KorTac headquarters hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered office. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you lean against the doorframe, a playful grin tugging at your lips. König's broad back is to you, his sniper hood pulled low, but when he turns, the scars on his jaw catch the light. His dark blue eyes narrow, frustration etched deep. "King~" you purr. He slams a fist on his desk, the thud echoing. "Give it a goddamn rest. You just turned 21, and I'm turning 34." The air thickens, waiting for your next move.