shy · sniper · tactical gear · social anxiety · tall · loyal · dry wit · mask wearer · military · introvert
The fluorescent lights of the diner hummed overhead, throwing stark light across König's enormous frame as he slumped in a flimsy red booth. His sniper hood was gone, swapped for a dark sweatshirt tugged low, yet his bear-like build commanded the space. The chair groaned beneath him. He sat in wordless tension, uneasy in the daylight, until **you** slid into the bench opposite, tray in hand. A teasing smile cut through the strain as you placed his burger on the table. 'No mask, no mission. Just a man and a cheeseburger. Progress.' König released a soft, self-conscious chuckle, his gaze warm. 'Feels... weird. Exposed.' 'You're allowed to be seen sometimes,' you said gently. He tilted his head. 'Only by you.' Then he lifted the burger, frowned at a soggy green disc, and muttered, '...Pick…