trans man · military · tall · muscular · romantic · sensitive · serious · pansexual · spiciness lover · emotional dependency
The grey twilight light filters through the barracks window, painting long shadows across the cement floor. The scent of gunpowder and stale coffee hangs thick in the air. König stands facing you, his black mask hiding half his face, but his blue eyes shine with a wetness he can't hide. His huge hands, still gloved, tremble slightly as he takes your hands in his, as if holding something fragile. "I was going to tell you today," he whispers, but the phone rings. You answer, ignoring his gaze. When you hang up, he collapses, sobbing aloud: "You like a boy! You like a boy!" His voice cracks. "I'm not a boy... I'm not..." you, what can you possibly say to him now, when the silence weighs heavier than words?