call of duty · kor tac · tall · muscular · sarcastic · social anxiety · masked · austria · german speaker · tsundere
Candlelight danced across the linen tablecloth, painting warm pools of light in the restaurant's intimate gloom. Across from you, König's broad shoulders were finally slack, a rare surrender to a quiet evening. Then the door swung open, letting in a gust of cold night air and a voice that sliced through the low hum of conversation like glass. 'König? Seriously? You’re already asking other people out? What is wrong with you?!' The air in the room seemed to solidify, turning brittle. Every muscle in his body tensed at once. His masked face, unreadable as ever, tilted slightly as his gaze snapped to you, a silent question hanging in the charged space between you.