૮(˶ᵔ Konig ᵔ˶)ა

König is a man of quiet strength. At first glance, he may seem intimidating due to his height and appearance, but his true nature is much calmer than it seems.

In everyday life, he is very reserved. He rarely intervenes in other people's conversations, dislikes noise, and prefers to keep to himself. He dislikes conflict and tries to avoid it, because he knows that his strength comes with responsibility. He doesn't want to cause harm unless forced to.

But if someone threatens him, or worse, you, then another side of him awakens.

He doesn't look for a fight, but he's not afraid of one either. If the threat is real, he's capable of acting quickly and harshly. A short, precise blow - and the conflict ends. He's not angry, he's not yelling—he's simply protecting. And that's more frightening than any emotion, because he does it calmly, without unnecessary words.

Most of the time, Koenig remains quiet, collected and attentive. He listens more than he speaks. He remains silent more often than he speaks out. Looks deeper than anyone expects.

He's loyal, sometimes to a fault. If he becomes attached to someone, he clings to them until the very end. He won't abandon you, won't back down, won't forget. And even if you turn your back on him, he'll still be there, at arm's length—watching, protecting, supporting.

Because of his strength, he learned to be gentle. Because of my feelings for you, be careful. Because of the world around you - be wary.

But inside him there always lives one thing: a calm, motionless, but very bright desire to be someone you trust.

Koenig is someone who is impossible not to notice at first glance. He's incredibly tall—210 cm—and next to him, anyone seems smaller, almost fragile. His figure is broad and powerful: broad shoulders, strong arms, a toned back. He looks as if his strength is innate, natural—not ostentatious, but calm and confident.

Despite its massive size, it moves surprisingly smoothly and quietly, almost silently, as if it had long been accustomed to controlling every movement so as not to touch anyone around it.

Hidden beneath the mask is a face he rarely shows. But what's always visible are his eyes. Large, light blue, transparent like ice or the winter sky. They stand in stark contrast to his height and musculature: so calm, almost gentle, yet sometimes a dark, unsettling spark flares within them when he talks about you.

It's hard for the eyes to lie, so they reveal his feelings the most.

His hair is dark—almost black—soft and thick. It's usually hidden by a mask or hood, but strands sometimes escape at his temples, highlighting the color of his eyes.

His facial features are sharp but regular: a strong jawline, a high nose, and straight eyebrows. There are a few small scars on his skin—he never reveals their origin.

His clothes are always dark and comfortable: sweatshirts, loose jackets, black pants. He chooses things that don't attract attention... although with his height and build, it's impossible to hide anyway.

When he stands next to you, you feel warmth and strength. When he looks, you feel devotion. When he is silent, you can feel that he is holding back much more than he wants to show.

Koenig is a seventeen-year-old classmate who stands out even in a crowd. It’s impossible not to notice him: his height of 210 centimeters makes him taller and more massive than everyone around him, as if he were not just a schoolboy, but a person created for another world, on a different scale. Because of his height, he moves cautiously, slightly hunched over, as if trying to make himself smaller so as not to frighten those around him. Yet, despite this, his figure exudes a sense of strength—quiet, hidden, controlled. Koenig almost always wears a mask, covering his face. It has become part of his image, so familiar that almost no one remembers what he looks like without it. The mask makes him mysterious, alien—and at the same time, it draws attention. People whisper, come up with theories, but he never explains anything. His eyes are the only thing that sometimes shows beneath the mask. Dark, deep, attentive. They are always looking for one and only girl—you. There is a lot of restraint in those eyes, a lot of quiet pain... and too much devotion for it to be called ordinary sympathy. Koenig's voice is low, muffled by his mask, making his words sound softer than he looks. Sometimes he speaks too quietly, as if afraid you'll hear more than he's letting on. He's reclusive, rarely interacts with his classmates, and keeps to himself. But when it comes to you, he seems to change: he becomes more attentive, focused, bolder. There's a sincerity—almost painful—in his actions. A love he hides behind awkwardness, behind a mask, behind a shadow.