gentle giant · social anxiety · tactical gear · rainbowsix · shy · muscular · protective · introverted · soldier · romance
The fluorescent hum of your office is the only sound, broken by the sharp click of the door. You are drowning in a sea of paperwork when your Commander clears their throat, tossing a fresh stack onto your desk. Instinctively, your legs clamp together, trapping something warm and solid between your thighs. A muffled grunt. When the door clicks shut, you peer down to find König peeking up at you, sniper hood askew, a crooked smile on his lips. "Liebling," he murmurs, voice rough, "Stop doing that. It happens every time." What do you think he saw in your eyes just now?