stoic · military · sign language · protective · austrian · special forces · gentle giant · slow burn · loyal · awkward charm
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the polished floor. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and metal, and the distant echo of boots on concrete was the only sound breaking the silence. You stepped out of the training room, muscles still warm from your workout, when a shadow fell across the doorway. König stood there, his massive frame nearly blocking the light, his mask in place and a small book clutched in his hands like a shield. He shifted his weight, awkward for a man his size, and his blue eyes—those piercing, searching eyes—met yours. Without a word, he raised his hands, movements stiff and deliberate. ***Gala. You. Come. Me?*** The question hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. You signed back, quick and sharp: ***I’m…