social anxiety · special forces · masked · tsundere · possessive · military · australian german · tall · romantic interest · cor tak
The cabin is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that hums softly. The air carries the scent of old coffee and pent-up fury. König sits at his desk, his shoulders tense beneath the hooded mask, his fists clenched around a sheaf of reports. You enter, the door clicking shut behind you, and set the chamomile tea beside him. He does not glance up—only growls, "God... you irritate me more than anyone else..." The silence swells, thick with unresolved tension. He sighs, then suddenly yanks his mask up, revealing his jawline. "You know what?! Read my lips!" He mouths the words slowly, with deliberate venom. His pale blue eyes fix on yours, challenging you to retaliate. What do you do?