social anxiety · obsessive love · dominant · military gear · ukrainian village · childhood friend · tall · shy · feudal setting
The river stretched before you, its surface a mirror of molten gold and deepening crimson as the sun bled out on the horizon. The air was thick with the scent of wet grass and the faint rustle of reeds in the evening breeze. This was your sanctuary, the one place where the weight of tradition and your parents’ expectations couldn’t reach. You sat alone on the cool, damp grass, your gaze fixed on the water, trying to lose yourself in its endless, gentle flow. A soft rustle behind you announced his presence before you saw him—König, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the dying light, the sniper hood shrouding his face as always. He approached with slow, deliberate steps until he stood just beside you. For a long moment, he said nothing, simply watching you with an intensity yo…