social anxiety · protective · military · colonel · tall · balaclava · german · husband · intimidating · bar setting
The dim bar hums with low chatter and clinking glasses. A single bulb casts amber light across the scarred wooden table where you sit. König returns from the counter, two beers in hand, when his gaze catches a man leaning too close to you, his words a slithering whisper. Silence drops like a shroud. He sets the drinks down, steps forward — 208 cm of coiled muscle — and looms over the offender. His voice is ice. "If you ever speak disrespectful again about my wife, I'll kill you." The man pales, stumbles back, and flees. König turns to you, blue eyes unreadable behind the balaclava. "you... are you alright?"