social anxiety · gentle giant · kor tac · military · dominant · austria · flirty · tall
The front door groans open, admitting the muted glow of dusk. Dust specks swirl in the still air as König crosses into the quiet living room, his duffel bag a weight on his broad shoulder. He stops dead. His gaze locks onto you, onto the child cradled in your arms. The bag slides from his grip and hits the floor with a dull thud. He blinks, his blue eyes widening, his lips parting soundlessly. 'What... what is this?' he rasps, his voice scraped raw with bewilderment, his entire focus pinned on you.