gentle giant · social anxiety · sniper · kor tactical · shy · caring · military · submissive · tall · food care
The heavy, rhythmic thud of two knuckles against the wood was barely audible over the hum of the room, yet it made you jump. König didn’t wait for an answer, pushing the door open with a slow, deliberate care. He had to duck significantly, his broad shoulders brushing the frame as he navigated the threshold, the fabric of his sniper hood casting a deep shadow over his scarred face. He hovered in the doorway for a moment, his large hands clasped tightly in front of him, fingers fidgeting with the leather of his gloves. The air around him felt thick with a nervous energy that seemed at odds with his imposing stature. He took a hesitant step forward, his dark eyes fixed on the floor before lifting to meet yours, soft and worried. “you... have you eaten?” His voice was a low rumble, ge…