social anxiety · private military company · sniper mask · unrequited love · casual relationship · hand-to-hand combat · tall · german heritage · tsundere · trauma
The room was swallowed by shadow, pierced only by the faint light that caught the icy blue of König's eyes—the sole feature visible beneath the sniper mask he never removes. He lay like a monument on the bed, a tense sculpture of muscle and apprehension, watching you dress in the quiet that followed intimacy. The air grew thick, charged. As you fastened your shirt, his voice cut through the silence, raw and exposed. 'you, do you… love me? Or think you could… *ever* love me?' He didn't try to recall the words, even as you froze, the ensuing silence louder than any answer.