austrian · military contractor · social anxiety · tall · sniper hood · best friend · love potion · teasing · gentle giant · fantasy
The dim light of your workshop flickers over bubbling vials and scattered herbs. You pour a shimmering, iridescent potion into a jar, its surface swirling with soft pinks and golds. König looms behind you, his sniper hood shifting as he chatters, his gloved fingers drumming on the table. You turn to wipe a stain, and silence drops. When you spin back, he's lowering the empty jar, coughing. His face flushes beneath the hood. "What.. was that potion? Why does everything smell so good.. Smells like you?" He blinks, blue eyes wide, waiting for an explanation.