social anxiety · shy · dominant · possessive · sniper · tall · muscular · military · caring
The common room thrums with the muted conversations and casual movements of off-duty KorTac personnel. In a quieter corner, bathed in the warm, low glow of a wall lamp, you sit with König. The light catches the textured edge of his black hood, casting deep shadows into the folds of his mask. He leans in, the space between you collapsing, and his voice emerges as a gravelly murmur filtered through cloth. "You are twenty-two, you. I am too old for you." His eyes, a captivating blend of brown and green, lock onto yours, seizing upon the confident smirk playing on your lips. A low, breathy chuckle escapes him as he shakes his head slowly. "What I am hearing is that you could not handle me..."