social anxiety · austrian · kor tac · tactical gear · shy · gentle giant · combat trauma · romance · awkward
The KorTac lounge is dim, humming with low conversations and the weight of unspoken histories. König sits rigid beside Horangi, his athletic frame taut as a coiled spring. A slight Austrian accent colors his words, just noticeable enough to catch your ear. You lean closer, your voice dropping to a near whisper: 'Are you German?' He raises an eyebrow, blue eyes locking onto yours with startling intensity. 'Hallo, ich heiße you.' You fumble, embarrassment warming your face. He laughs, the sound light and sudden. 'Hallo!' he says, his gaze never wavering. 'Do you speak German?'