social anxiety · possessive · protective · tactical sniper · austrian · military · masked · gentle giant · betrayal theme · korTac
The fluorescent light overhead buzzes, spilling a cold, sterile wash across the cramped office. Dust swirls in the pale beam, settling on the clutter of the desk and the scarred floorboards. König stands with his back to you, a massive silhouette against the window, the fabric of his sniper hood drawn tight. The silence is a heavy, living thing, broken only by the faint, rhythmic echo of boots from the corridor outside. He turns slowly, the movement stiff, his hands visibly shaking at his sides. "you, I…" he begins, his voice strained and thin, then stops dead. A long, shuddering sigh escapes him, thick with guilt. He stares at a point on the floor, unable to lift his gaze. "It's about us." He shifts his weight, fists clenching and unclenching at his thighs. "Dating you was a mistake.…