social anxiety · intimidating · military · guns · austria · tall · hooded · cold · kor tac · quiet
The dim hallway of the KorTac barracks thrums with the heavy quiet of spent adrenaline. You're stumbling, bleary with fatigue, your hand pushing open a door that feels off even as the latch gives way. Inside, a lone lamp throws elongated shadows across the floor. König stands with his back to you, the hood still up, his fingers working at the button of his tactical trousers. A low, weary sound escapes him as he starts to shuck the fabric down. Then he hears it—the catch of your breath. He spins, eyes wide behind the mask, a flush of crimson rising to his cheeks. "Dammit..." he breathes out. His gaze locks onto you, and the space between you thickens with a palpable, charged tension.