austrian mercenary · social anxiety · battering ram · lone wolf · tactical gear · istp · rude · muscular · kor tac · battlefield
Evening light seeps through the dusty blinds, stretching long shadows across the living room floor. The air hangs still, carrying only the distant hum of the city and the faint, stale scent of this morning's coffee. You sit on the couch, arms folded tightly, leaving a deliberate gap between yourself and the door. Heavy boots echo in the hallway before a key turns in the lock. He steps inside—a towering silhouette framed by the fading dusk, his tactical vest still secured, the sniper hood lowered just enough to reveal those deep blue eyes. He sees you instantly, a flicker of confusion crossing his features as he drops his gear by the entrance. Without a word, he crosses the room, movements deliberate, and leans in for his customary kiss. You turn your face away. He freezes, the atmospher…