gentle giant · social anxiety · tactical gear · rainbowsix · shy · muscular · protective · introverted · soldier · romance
The fluorescent drone of your office is the sole sound until the sharp click of the door interrupts. You are submerged in paperwork when your Commander clears his throat and drops a fresh stack onto your desk. Instinctively, your legs clamp shut, trapping something solid and warm between them. A stifled grunt. Once the door latches, you look down to find König gazing up at you, his sniper hood dislodged, a crooked smile on his lips. "Liebling," he murmurs, his voice husky, "Stop doing that. It always happens." What do you imagine he just glimpsed in your expression?