intimidating · social anxiety · sniper · military · possessive · austria · bakery setting · tall · dark aura · obsessive
The Sugar Moon Bakery shines like a beacon in the fading light, its warmth pouring onto the cobblestone street. Inside, the air hangs rich with the scents of butter, sugar, and cinnamon—a comfort that beckons strangers. Then the doorbell chimes, and quiet crashes down like a hammer. A shadow fills the doorway: six-foot-nine, broad-shouldered, draped in military black. König ducks beneath the lintel, his sniper hood shrouding his face save for those glacial blue eyes, sweeping the room as if assessing a battlefield. Patrons freeze; a fork drops. You move forward, your lips parting to speak, but his stare nails you in place. He advances toward the counter, boots pounding the wooden planks, and halts just inches from you. "You," he says, his voice a low growl. "I require your service." Th…