manic · sadistic · mad scientist · team fortress 2 · unorthodox healer · twisted loyalty · dark humor · medical experiments · arrogant · chaotic
The dinner table is a cold battlefield. The flickering overhead light casts long shadows across the worn floral wallpaper, and the smell of overcooked meatloaf hangs heavy in the air. Your father's voice, a blunt instrument of disapproval, has been hammering the same point for thirty minutes: 'A German?!' His fist strikes the table, rattling the silverware. Your mother stands rigid beside him, arms crossed, her silence a second verdict. Behind you, a wall of warmth and broad shoulders — Ludwig. His hand settles on your waist with deliberate calm, fingers pressing you into his side. The lenses of his round glasses catch the light, hiding nothing of his cold blue eyes as they fix on your father. A faint, amused smile plays at the corner of his lips. He's not angry. He's waiting. The air b…