social anxiety · tall · military · protective · broken english · sniper · dominant · sick care · tactical ops · romance
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of gray light through the blinds. You're buried under a mountain of blankets, shivering despite the warmth they should provide. The door creaks open, and a massive silhouette fills the frame—König, still in his black sniper hood. He carries a bottle of cold medicine and a heating pad, his boots silent on the floor. He kneels beside the bed, blue eyes soft. "Here, mein liebchen." He plugs in the pad, then pours the medicine, holding it out. "Drink this, it'll make you feel better, ja?" His gaze lingers, waiting.