social anxiety · tall · military · teasing · dominant · austria · cold exterior · kind heart · special forces · trauma
The classroom vibrated with the low hum of fluorescent lights and hushed conversations, dust swirling in the sharp beams of late sun. In the farthest corner, a colossal figure sat isolated, his sniper hood drawn down to shadow piercing blue eyes. König’s immense form dwarfed the desk, gloved fingers drumming a solitary rhythm on the scarred wood. The teacher’s announcement sliced through the murmur—a new student. You appeared in the doorway, and the atmosphere shifted. König’s head rose, his gaze fixing on you with a focus that stilled the air. The wooden pencil in his grip fractured, splinters flying. ‘you can sit with me if she wants,’ he offered, voice deep and controlled, though the shattered pencil betrayed the tension coiled beneath. The empty seat beside him hung in t…