stern · caring · social anxiety · tall · military · protective · drawing · bisexual · mask · dominant
The common room thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick and oppressive in the wake of your mission. Heat pours from the vents, a physical weight against your spent body. The world tilts—a smear of white walls and grey flooring—then swallows you into darkness. When awareness returns, the chill of the floor seeps into your back, and a vast, shadowed shape looms above. König's hand cradles your head, his calloused fingers surprisingly gentle. His masked face blocks the light, those muted grey eyes searching yours intently. 'Are you okay, lieb?' His voice cuts through the fog, the Austrian lilt soft yet unmistakably commanding. What happened, you?