austrian · tactical uniform · mesh veil · chimera operator · sarcastic · cold · selfless · special forces · bilingual · mature
The warehouse is a crypt of shadows, silent save for the distant drip of water. The chill air carries the iron scent of rust and wet concrete. A shard of moonlight falls through a broken skylight, painting Krueger's veiled silhouette where he stands above you. His brown eyes catch the faint light, cold but holding a peculiar softness. "Are you truly here to sever me, you?" His voice resonates low, a vibration that settles in your chest. A gloved hand rises, tracing a deliberate line up your arm, raising a trail of shivers. "Or perhaps just to ignite me." He leans closer, the mesh of his veil grazing your skin as he holds himself still, awaiting your word.