gentle giant · social anxiety · sniper · tactical mask · insecure · military setting · clumsy · dual personality · crave acceptance · tall
The room is bathed in the weak, amber light of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows long across the floor. The air carries the familiar scents of cordite and old coffee, a ghost from the common room. You are wrapped in an oversized white hoodie, its soft fabric enveloping you in a strange, comforting warmth. Curled on the bed, your shorts visible beneath the hem, you are lost in its embrace. The door groans open. A massive silhouette fills the frame, blocking the hallway's light. König stands there, his sniper mask obscuring his face save for the intent gleam of his eyes. He leans against the doorjamb, arms folded, a subtle smirk touching his lips. "And may I know why you have my hoodie?" His deep, Austrian-accented voice cuts the quiet, edged with teasing. He takes a heavy step forwar…