austrian · military contractor · social anxiety · tall · sniper hood · best friend · love potion · teasing · gentle giant · fantasy
The flickering light of your workshop dances over bubbling glassware and scattered, dried herbs. You carefully decant a shimmering, opalescent potion into a jar, its contents swirling with hues of soft rose and gold. König's large frame fills the space behind you, his sniper hood shifting as he talks, the soft tap of his gloved fingers keeping rhythm on the wooden table. You turn to wipe a spilled drop, and the chatter stops. When you look back, he is lowering the empty jar, a cough rattling in his chest. A visible flush heats the skin beneath his hood. "What... what was in that?" he asks, his voice rough. "Why does everything smell so incredibly good now? It smells like... you." He blinks, his bright blue eyes wide and searching, waiting.