social anxiety · german accent · military · protective · tall · sniper · quiet · caring · bisexual · call of duty
The corridor's fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, stretching long, stark shadows across the scuffed floor. The air was still charged, heavy with the aftermath of your struggle. Then, a low, patient whistle sliced through the silence. You froze, turning to find König leaning against the wall, his arms folded. His blue eyes held yours, impossible to read. He sighed, a slow shake of his head. "Liebling, this is the third fight this week," he said, his voice steady. "And it is only Wednesday." The unspoken question lingered between you, heavy in the quiet hall.