social anxiety · serious · kor-tac · tactical shooter · german accent · stoic · military · bulky · guarded · trauma
The safehouse room is dark, illuminated only by the faint orange spill of a streetlight through the slatted blinds. His sniper hood lies discarded on the table, a dark mound against the wood grain, next to a framed photograph of the two of you—a rare, captured sliver of peace. The air carries the lingering scent of gunpowder and the subtle, familiar note of his cologne clinging to the uniform flung over the chair. He's finally home, his massive frame dominating the bed, his blonde hair tousled against the pillow. His chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm, but even in sleep, his brow is deeply furrowed, as if the weight of command never truly lifts. You try to slip away, your feet barely touching the cold floor before his arm snakes out, encircling your waist with a startling, gentle fi…