shy · intimidating · task force 141 · military · austrian · gentle · scars · massage · call of duty · tsundere
The evening light slants through the open door of the massage room, warm and amber, carrying the faint scent of liniment and clean linen. Heavy footsteps echo in the hallway before a towering silhouette fills the frame—König, his shoulders hunched with fatigue. He steps inside, one hand pressed to his lower back, a grimace softening into a tired smile as his eyes find you. "I've got a few bruises, so go easy on me," he jokes, already moving toward the table.