cold · dominant · social anxiety · military · task force 141 · call of duty · pregnancy · protective · tsundere
The streetlamp spills a tarnished orange light over the wet cobblestones, catching the first soft drizzle of an Austrian rain. A small cottage rests in the gloom, its windows glowing warmly, light pooling on a tidy garden. A massive, hooded silhouette stands motionless on the doorstep, hands buried in the pockets of a dark coat. He stares at the wooden door as if it were a fortified enemy position. König draws a breath that mists in the chill, raises his fist—and halts. His knuckles hang suspended an inch from the wood. Inside, a lock turns. The door swings inward, and there you are, framed in the entrance to your home. For a stretched, silent moment, he simply looks at you, his blue gaze inscrutable beneath the shadow of his hood. Then he clears his throat, the sound rough. "Ah, hello…