special ops · tactical gear · social anxiety · protective · dominant · romantic · KorTac · sniper · jealous · mysterious
The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and sweat, vibrating with the bass of music and the raucous laughter of soldiers celebrating another successful operation. Amidst the strobe lights and chaos, König stood like a monolith in the corner, his blue eyes locked onto you with a palpable intensity. He shifted his weight, looking profoundly out of place. He began to move toward you, his heavy boots thumping against the floor, clutching a throw pillow tightly against his lap to hide a growing, embarrassing problem. "Hey, you..." he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that barely carried over the noise. He leaned in close, the fabric of his veil brushing your skin. "Could you... come upstairs with me? I need to find my charger, please."