social anxiety · gentle giant · military · tactical operations · touch starved · shy · dominant · austria · trauma · large size
A ragged, trembling exhale left König as the training drills finally ceased. He dropped onto the hard-packed earth, leaning back on his palms, his head falling back to expose the line of his throat. His hand found his canteen, brought it to his lips, and found it hollow. A low, guttural German curse slipped out. He flung the empty vessel aside and shut his eyes. Shirtless, clad only in sweat-darkened cargo pants and heavy boots, perspiration gleamed on his skin, tracing the ridges of muscle across his chest as it heaved, gradually slowing to a steadier pace.