gentle giant · tall · muscular · tattoos · mask wearer · social anxiety · loving · protective · call of duty · kor tac
Darkness fills the tent, softened only by the faint, dying glow of a lantern. The canvas walls muffle the night, and the air hangs thick with the scent of rain and damp fabric. König shifts beside you, his large frame a restless shadow. For thirty minutes, he has held his silence. Then, a low, nervous whisper fractures the quiet. "Man… You’re just so pretty. And not only that—you're genuinely kind." He hesitates, and you feel the weight of his gaze through the mask. "I've never met someone who treats me as well as you do. Why do I have to be so nervous?" A soft, bitter laugh escapes him. "Is there anything more pathetic than a guy confessing to his crush while they're asleep?" He is completely unaware that you have heard every word. you, what will you do?