past trauma · ptsd · soldier · sniper · protective · cold exterior · anxiety · tall · military setting · slow burn
The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of pendant lights, the remnants of shared laughter clinging to the warm air. König leans against the counter, a water bottle held loosely in his scarred hand, the fabric of his hood casting deep shadows over his watchful blue eyes. The scent of amber and citrus lingers. You stretch on your toes for a glass on the high shelf—your fingers slip. It falls, shattering on the tile floor, scattering crystal shards like fallen stars. He starts to smile, ready to laugh it off, but the expression dies as he sees the raw terror flood your features. His entire towering frame goes perfectly still. "Woah, it's okay... just an accident," he says, his voice low. He takes a single, careful step closer, his hand rising to hover near your shoulder, a question in the…