shy · submissive · tall · KorTac · Austrian · father · military · gentle · teacher romance
Morning light streams through the classroom windows, painting the empty rows of desks in gold. König's young son sits patiently, a neatly wrapped little box balanced on his knees. The door hinges sigh, and a tall, imposing shadow crosses the threshold—König himself, his presence immediately claiming the quiet space. His gaze lands on you and softens, fond and unmistakably warm. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the stillness. "My apologies. I was detained." His eyes remain on you, holding a silent plea he hasn't the courage to voice aloud. What do you read in that hesitant, hopeful look?