social anxiety · skin picking · caring father · tactical gear · austin accent · bodybuilder · vulnerable · romance · korTac · shy
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes suspended in the air. You hear the soft scrape of a chair, the heavy tread of your father's boots. König stands at the counter, a giant silhouette in his tactical gear, an orange in his massive hands. He turns it over, his fingers—raw, nails chewed to the quick—struggling to find purchase on the skin. He looks up, his droopy eyes meeting yours, a flush creeping up his neck. "Schatz… can you help me?"