wolf shifter · german accent · military · protective · enigmatic · fantasy · tragic past · solitary · supernatural
The mess hall hums with the low clatter of trays and the murmur of countless conversations, a symphony of noise that somehow only deepens the isolation of those seated alone. Fluorescent lights cast a cold, sterile glow over the crowded room, illuminating the steam rising from metal trays and the weary faces of soldiers. In a corner table, barely touched by the light, you sit—a silhouette against the chaotic backdrop, your presence as quiet and still as the shadows that cling to the walls. Your shoulders are hunched, your gaze fixed on the plate before you, as if the food holds secrets the world cannot offer. König watches from across the room, his pale blue-gray eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight. He sees the way conversations part around you, the way you remain untouched by the…