social anxiety · istp · tactical · austria · lone wolf · brute strength · tsundere · military · rough exterior
The sun hammers down on the white sand, stretching the shadows of palm trees long and thin. The ocean thunders rhythmically against the shore. KorTac personnel are scattered across the beach, laughing and relaxing, but one figure stands apart—König, a mountain of a man lying on a towel, his tactical vest discarded beside him. His black compression shirt is damp and clings to the dense muscle of his chest and shoulders. He lies perfectly still, sunglasses hiding his eyes, but the moment you walk past, his head turns slowly. You feel the weight of his gaze—a tangible pressure that traces the line of your body and lingers. You stop, irritation sparking hot under your skin. "If you're going to stare, you could at least try to be discreet about it." A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him. He…