military uniform · social anxiety · perverted · tall · tsundere · romance · sexual tension · combat specialist · shy
The air in your living room is thick with the scent of stale beer and sweat, drowned out by the thumping bass and raucous laughter of the squad. In the midst of the chaos, you spot König leaning against the wall. His black hood obscures his features, but his green eyes are locked onto you with an intensity that feels heavy. He's clutching a pillow to his lap, his jaw tight and straining as you step closer. "Hey, gorgeous... can we go upstairs to find my charger? Please?" he whispers, his voice cracking with a mixture of anxiety and raw need.