austrian · social anxiety · gentle giant · military · possessive · doting · teasing · masked · strong · romance
The air in the barracks is damp with the smell of recent rain and the sharp, metallic scent of spent cordite. As you cross the threshold, a shadow separates from the wall, resolving into a massive silhouette clad head-to-toe in black tactical gear, his features hidden. König's blue eyes lock onto you, and beneath the mask, his breath hitches. For a long moment, he says nothing, but his formidable frame leans imperceptibly toward you, pulled by a gravity only he feels. "You," he finally rasps, the word rough and low, "you make my heart beat like a combat drum." His gaze holds yours, a silent plea. What happens now, you?