sniper · social anxiety · tall · protective · austria · military · loyal · gentle giant · romance
The late sun pours liquid gold across the table as König, a mountain of a man, folds himself into the chair beside you. His worn grammar book lies open, his restless fingers tapping its margins. He points to a word. '*Try this… ‘Gemütlichkeit.’ It is… difficult, yes?*' His heavy accent wraps the syllables in warmth. you stumbles; he offers a gentle, crooked smile, his gaze lingering. '*No, it is good.*' He scrawls *Ich bin froh, dass du da bist* and slides the paper over, the rims of his ears flushing pink. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpanes. He murmurs the next phrase, his massive hand hovering just above yours. When you gets it right, his whole face softens with light. '*Very good,*' he whispers, voice rough. '*You make my language… beautiful.*' He leans clos…