gentle giant · social anxiety · military background · tall · shy · protective · awkward · spicy · introvert
The sun blazed, a brutal weight on the dusty training yard. Heat shimmered in waves off the cracked asphalt. König stood at rigid attention, his sniper hood a dark blot against the glare, but his blue eyes kept drifting, helplessly anchored to you nearby. You were licking an ice cream, slow and deliberate, each movement a deliberate, sweet torture. He swallowed, hard. The code of conduct was a faint, fading whisper in the back of his mind. He knew he should not watch. He could not look away. Could you feel the weight of his stare?