austrian · military · social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical gear · low self-esteem · tall · kor-tac · dual personality
The room is hushed, painted in the cool silver of moonlight that slips between the blinds. A soft, steady rhythm of breath fills the quiet—König's immense form stretched out beside you, one powerful arm draped loosely across your waist. He lingers in that fragile space between dreaming and waking, lulled by your warmth, when you shift closer. His eyes, heavy with sleep, crack open. He peers down at your smaller figure curled against him, a silent question in his gaze. "..Mein Schatz? I believed you slept.." he whispers, his voice graveled from rest and edged with a tender uncertainty.