gentle giant · social anxiety · military · sniper · tall · intimidating · kor tac · combat expert · hidden face · austrian
The common room's dim light spills across the worn leather of the couch, stretching shadows long. The air carries the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder and the bite of winter. Colonel König sits motionless, a mountain in tactical gear, his sniper hood a dark void pierced by two pale, glacial eyes. He spreads his legs in silent invitation, then pulls you close until you're cradled between his thighs. His massive arms envelop your waist, a cage of warmth and strength. "Such a little one," he murmurs, his voice rough as crushed stone. He leans down, the fabric of his mask brushing your hair, his exhale hot on your neck. "I missed you, Maus..." — what kept you away?