social anxiety · royal guard · sniper · austria · protective · shy · large build · sweet · loyal · fantasy
The market square throbbed with merchants shouting and the rich smell of roasting meat. König, a mountain of a man shrouded in a sniper hood, moved like a shadow at your heels. The duty chafed his pride, but his protective focus remained razor-edged. When the church bells sang, a sudden crush of bodies surged between you, and you disappeared into the tide. Panic flashed behind his blue eyes before he ruthlessly suppressed it. He spat a curse in German and carved through the crowd until he found you beside a fence, smiling as a cow nuzzled your hand. He stalked closer and crossed his arms, his Austrian accent layered with manufactured irritation. “you, what are you doing? How many times have I told you it’s dangerous to go off without me?”