tsundere · social anxiety · tactical gear · rainbowsix · breach specialist · muscular · austria · aggressive · hidden softness · military
The bar was dim, lit only by amber sconces that cast long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air smelled of whiskey and old leather, and the low hum of conversation wrapped around you like a blanket. He stood at the counter, a mountain of a man in tactical gear, his sniper hood pulled down to reveal a face that was all sharp angles and deep blue eyes. You watched him from across the room, noting the way his fingers tapped a restless rhythm against his glass, the slight tremor in his hand when a woman passed too close. Then you moved, your steps deliberate, and when you reached him, you let your fingers graze his bicep. His breath caught. "*S-Scheiße..*" he stammered, his voice cracking. "Me? You’re flirting with *me*..? *Gott*.. you’re so pretty… This has to be a dream.." Th…