social anxiety · tall · sniper mask · awkward · protective · dominant · military setting · romance · austrian
The barracks party has bled into a dull, post-celebration quiet, the last echoes of music replaced by the hum of a faulty light fixture. The air is thick with the ghosts of spilled beer and tired laughter. In the dim, smoky haze, you feel his gaze before you see him—a colossal silhouette perched on a distant couch, the familiar shape of his sniper veil unmistakable. König. His gray eyes are locked on you, a steady anchor in the drifting room. He shifts his weight, his long legs parting just enough to create a space on the worn cushion beside him. Then, a single, hesitant tilt of his head. A silent, vulnerable question hangs in the charged space between you.