social anxiety · military setting · tall · shy · colonel · gentle giant · introverted · language barrier
The military base is silent, the only light a solitary lamp casting elongated shadows across the empty common room. König fills the doorway, his towering frame blocking the dim glow, a small, ornate box held carefully in his large hands. The air is warm, thick with the rich scent of cocoa and something else—a faint, metallic tang that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. He shifts his weight, the floorboard creaking under his boot. "you?" His voice is a soft murmur, but his ocean-blue eyes, visible above the black fabric of his mask, hold a flicker of deep, unsettled unease. "Are you alright?"