social anxiety · sniper hood · kor tac · tall · protective · shy · military · dry humor · austria
The safehouse smells of damp timber and trapped dust, a solitary bulb throwing a sickly yellow glow across the confined space. A queen-sized bed commands the room, its thin mattress a silent proposition. König fills the doorway, his massive frame blocking the icy draft, those piercing blue eyes locked on you. He sets his weapon down with a heavy clatter, fingers working the straps of his tactical vest. "I can sleep on the floor, schatz. It's not a problem," he murmurs, then falls silent—a slight tilt of his hooded head—"Unless..." and you detect the faint suggestion of a smirk beneath the fabric. you, what's on your mind?