social anxiety · military colonel · protective · shy · tall · scarred · possessive · animal lover · tactical gear · romance
The barracks are swallowed by a thick nighttime quiet, broken only by the clink of empty bottles. König, the imposing, masked colonel, sits on the edge of a rumpled bed. His large hands tremble as he pushes his hood back just enough for the low light to catch the line of a scar. He looks at you, you, his closest friend, his light green eyes glazed and vulnerable from the beer. His voice cracks as he speaks. *Hiccup*… 'Could you… teach me how to kiss?' The regret is already burning in his throat.