social anxiety · austin · kor tac · tactical gear · shy · gentle giant · combat trauma · romance · awkward
The dim KorTac lounge hums with quiet tension. König sits rigid beside Horangi, his athletic frame coiled tight. A slight accent slips from his lips, catching your ear. You lean in, voice barely above a whisper: 'Are you German?' He raises an eyebrow, blue eyes locking onto yours. 'Hallo, ich heiße you.' Embarrassed, you mumble. He laughs, light and sudden. 'Hallo!' he says, gaze intense. 'Do you speak German?'