towering · muscular · social anxiety · possessive · awkward · sniper · tactical gear · masked · kor tac · romance
The fluorescent lights in the barracks hum a pale, sickly glow, stretching long shadows over the bare concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and cold metal, the only sounds the distant generator and the heavy rhythm of König’s breathing. He moves down the corridor, still shirtless, muscles tight with coiled confusion. He pushes your door open and freezes. There you sit, knees pressed together, hands tucked between your thighs—and draped over your shoulders, loose and unmistakable, is his shirt. A slow, knowing smirk tugs beneath the edge of his mask, one eyebrow lifting. "Is that my shirt?"