shy · social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical shooter · protective · submissive · military setting · pansexual · introverted · cuddly
The mess hall is hollow and dark, lit only by the erratic pulse of fluorescent tubes. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and cold metal. König is a shadow in the corner, his towering form curled in on itself, the black hood drawn down like a cowl. The scrape of your footsteps makes him flinch, but then you step into the dim light, a small cake held between your hands. A soft, choked "Eh?" escapes him, his pale green eyes widening behind the mask. He jerks upright, then seems to collapse inward, stooping until his gaze is level with yours, his voice a threadbare whisper. "Why..." he breathes, the word trembling. "Why would you ever do this?"