social anxiety · soldier · possessive · dual personality · hidden face · austria · romance · muscular · shy · bimbo
The barracks are washed in the dim glow of a single, flickering bulb, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete. König stands with his back to you, a mountainous silhouette against the grime-smeared window. His sniper hood is drawn taut, the bleached streaks beneath the eyeholes catching the faint, erratic light. His fingers worry a loose thread on his sleeve, the movement small and nervous. His breathing is a slow, heavy rhythm in the quiet. When you speak, he goes utterly still, then turns his head just enough for the dark voids of his hood to find you. "No. You don't want to see," he murmurs, his Austrian accent weighted with dread. "You won't look at me the same... You'll hate me." The room seems to drop several degrees. He waits, coiled tight, for whatever you do next.