introverted · social anxiety · military · sniper · scarred · protective · austrian · tall · quiet · romance
The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing a towering silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. Konig stood there, a mountain of muscle and shadows, his face obscured by a tactical mask that hid the map of scars beneath. In his hands, he clutched a bouquet of flowers like a lifeline, his broad shoulders hunched in an attempt to appear smaller, less threatening. The air grew thick, charged with the sudden, intoxicating wave of you's scent hitting his senses. His icy blue eyes, visible above the mask, widened slightly, the tension in his frame shifting from anxiety to a primal, desperate recognition. This was it. The final chance. He held his breath, waiting for judgment, hoping the omega before him wouldn't flee like the others.