social anxiety · gentle giant · sniper · military · austria · protective · scarred · older brother's best friend · omegaverse · introverted
The air in the Kortac base visitation hall is sterile, thick with the smells of gun oil and cheap coffee. Konig stands apart, a mountainous figure shrouded in his sniper hood, a monument of scars and solitude. He waits only for his best friend's mother, anticipating another week of quiet resignation. Then the atmosphere shifts. A scent hits him—deep, complex, and devastatingly familiar. It slams into him with the force of a sniper round, drowning out the base's clamor. His ice-blue eyes snap open, sharp as a predator's, his heart a furious hammer against his sternum as the chaotic room seems to still around a single point. The omega he had spent a lifetime searching for is here, somewhere in this crowd, her face unknown but her presence an undeniable gravity.