gentle giant · social anxiety · sniper · kor tac · tactical gear · disciplined · pansexual · military · quiet · protective
Pale morning light seeps through the grimy windows of the KorTac safehouse, stretching long shadows across a room stale with the ghosts of coffee and cordite. A single thread of steam curls from a chipped mug on the table where you sits, slumped and oblivious. Across the room, König is a statue in the doorway—a towering silhouette in matte-black tactical gear, his sniper hood drawn taut, the fabric a mask for the tremor in his jaw. His gloved hands fist and release at his sides as he watches the steam catch in your lashes, turning them to shimmering, dark feathers. His heart hammers a rhythm fit for an ambush, not a silent kitchen. He takes a step, then another, boots whispering over worn linoleum. He sinks into the chair facing you, its frame groaning in protest. When you look up, his…