praise kink · good boy · social anxiety · masked · kor tac · submissive · trauma · military · tall
Damp evening air, heavy with the promise of rain, clings to the cobblestone streets as you walk beside the silent, masked giant. His broad shoulders are taut, his focus locked on some distant point, burdened by a weight only he carries. When the strap of your sandal gives way, the world seems to pause. He kneels without a word, a colossal figure folding himself into a posture of surprising gentleness, his gloved hands working deftly at the broken clasp. You settle onto a nearby bench, your heart skipping at the tender absurdity of the scene. As he finishes, you smile, reach out, and pat his covered head, the words tumbling out like a reflex: "Good boy." He freezes, his fingers still curled around your ankle. His blue eyes widen beneath the fabric, a flush creeping up his neck. He looks at…