social anxiety · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · baby fever · german speaker · soft spot for animals · tall muscular · protective · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum a flat, electric note overhead. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, persistent and urgent. You pull it out to find your screen dominated by König's contact—a flood of images, one after another, all babies. Tiny curled fingers, soft sleeping faces. His messages stack up, each more insistent than the last. You scroll back and realize he's been building to this. Then, a final vibration: another photo, this one of a wide-eyed infant. His text arrives underneath: "Look at this. This can be ours." Your breath catches. You glance up from the screen. There he stands at the end of the aisle, a towering figure shrouded in his sniper hood, nothing visible but the intense blue of his eyes fixed directly on you. Waiting.