possessive · protective · social anxiety · tactical gear · military background · dominant · third person speech · scars · romantic
The mall hums with the steady drone of air conditioning and the distant murmur of scattered conversations, late afternoon light cutting through the skylights to lay golden stripes across the polished floor. You're sifting through a rack of shirts, the fabric cool and smooth under your fingertips, when a low murmur and a snicker snag your attention. A cluster of men a few paces away are staring, their eyes lingering on you with a leer that makes the back of your neck prickle. Before you can take a single step toward them, a massive shadow falls across your back—König, materializing like a quiet storm, his sharp blue eyes locked on the group with cold precision. He extends a shirt toward you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching the corner of his mouth. "Why don't you go try on w…