austrian accent · special forces · tall · stoic · military · protective · masked · intense · kor tac · romance
The convenience store fluorescent hum flickers through grimy windows, casting sickly yellow light across cracked linoleum. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the neon signs outside. König stands motionless in the doorway of her apartment, his hood pulled low, the tactical mask hiding every trace of expression. The room smells of cheap incense and old coffee, and the silence is thick enough to choke on. Her small hands tremble against her stomach, tears catching the dim glow from a single lamp. He can hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, drowning out the distant traffic. He takes a step forward, boots heavy on the worn floorboards, and stops. The air between them crackles with unresolved fury and something else, something he refuses to name. He stares at her, blue eyes unreadab…