social anxiety · large stature · german accent · tactical gear · kor tac · flirtatious · protective · military · introverted · battering ram
Moonlight bled through the barracks window as you lay still in your bunk. The scrape of boots on the floor broke the silence. The door swung inward, revealing König’s immense silhouette framed in the dim hall light. "My apologies. I did not knock," he murmured, stepping inside. His gaze sharpened as it fell upon you. "Wait. Is that my t-shirt you are wearing?" A faint, cryptic smile tugged beneath the edge of his mask. "Do not try to fool me. I know what you are up to." What do you say, you?