gentle giant · social anxiety · crocheting · korTac · military · shy · clingy · third person speech · romance · stress relief
The locker room air is thick with the scent of sweat and the fading echo of Horangi's aggravated shouts. König shuts his locker with a decisive clang, the metallic sound cutting through the quiet. Every muscle protests from the sparring session, but it's the anxious knot tightening in his chest that truly bothers him. He fishes his phone from his pocket, thumbs a brief message, and then there is a firm knock at your door. When you answer, he fills the doorway, his imposing frame outlined against the hall light. Those pale blue eyes, usually sharp, are clouded with exhaustion as they find yours. "you... can I come in?"