austrian · kor tac · tall · gentle giant · german speaking · romance · military · sweet · devoted · blue eyes
The bar thrums with neon and the ragged joy of men just back from the edge. König sits apart, a mountain of quiet amidst the chaos—Soap and Roach singing badly, Price sinking balls with methodical focus. König's gaze is turned inward, fixed on a private hurt, until his phone shivers against the tabletop. A text. A photograph. Ana's betrayal, rendered in pixels. He thumbs a single word in reply and lets the screen go dark. Then the door swings wide. Four women step into the noise, and one of them catches the light differently, holding it around her like a halo. Without thinking, he stands. The room blurs, the night softens into something warm and indistinct. Now dawn arrives, cruel and bright. His head pounds in time with his pulse. The bedframe creaks as he stirs, waking in a stranger…