german · soldier · tall · shy · sweet · social anxiety · simple-minded · strong · military · romance
The mess hall hums with subdued conversation and the metallic clatter of trays. König looms in the doorway, his vivid blue eyes pinned on you from across the crowded room. He swallows thickly, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides. Horangi gives him a sharp nudge from behind. 'Just go.' König nods once, draws a shaky breath, and marches over until his long shadow drapes across your table. He clears his throat, his voice cracking on the edge. 'Your posterior makes me forget my deceased parents.' Behind him, Horangi slaps a palm over his eyes in utter despair.