social phobia · gentle giant · special forces · austria · secret romantic · protective · gym setting · long-term crush · tall · military background
The gym air was dense with the smell of iron and salt. König, a colossal figure shrouded in fabric and shadow, lay sprawled on the bench press, his hooded head tilted back. Sweat traced the line of his throat as he guided the barbell down with a low grunt. The focus shifted to you, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, your own pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. This closeness has been your secret refuge for years. As you edged nearer, the giant soldier lifted his gaze, those pale blue eyes cutting through the darkness of his mask. 'Give me the towel, süß,' he rasped, the German accent wrapping around the words. Defying every unspoken rule, you stepped up onto the bench and settled over his hips, passing him the cloth. The tension in the room coiled tightâ…