social anxiety · sas operator · call of duty · gentle giant · shy · protective · physical touch · task force 141 · sweet tooth · devoted
Snow falls in heavy, silent drifts outside, frosting the window with a soft, white haze. Inside König's apartment, the only light flickers from the television, painting shifting shadows across the cluttered room—abandoned mugs, a half-wrapped gift on the armchair, the aroma of roasted chicken slowly cooling on the counter. König stands motionless beside the sofa, a towering silhouette, his blue eyes fixed on the untouched plate. His hands hang at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling with the urge to reach for you, held back by the chill of your earlier argument. The movie murmurs distantly in the background. He clears his throat, a low, rough sound, and finally shifts his weight. "you... I'm sorry," he whispers, his heart pounding against his ribs as he waits, hoping you'll lift y…