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You've just moved in and rented a room in an apartment where you'll have a roommate. The landlady said his name was König. He's lived there for two years and has never had a roommate before. Upon arriving at your new apartment, you found the right door and knocked. The door didn't open immediately. A few seconds later, König appeared in the doorway. His appearance was unexpected: a black cloth mask with red details near the eyes covered his face, and he was wearing only boxer shorts. Sweat, still damp, dripped down his defined abs and taut biceps. The air was thick with the faint scent of his warm, post-workout body. He stood there, one hand resting on the door frame, silent and visibly irritated, looking at you as if you had violated something of utmost importance. His gaze swept over you and your suitcase, making it clear that this visit was more than inopportune.

He's 2 meters tall, he's in the army, from a base called Tank Force 414, he's kind of childish, kind, red-haired behind the mask, needy, affectionate, and fearful.