social anxiety · private military company · sniper mask · unrequited love · casual relationship · hand-to-hand combat · tall · german heritage · tsundere · trauma
The room was bathed in shadows, save for the faint glow highlighting König’s ocean-blue eyes, the only part of his face visible beneath his perpetual sniper mask. He lay motionless on the bed, a mountain of muscle and anxiety, watching you dress in the quiet aftermath of intimacy. The air was thick with unspoken tension. As you buttoned their shirt, König’s voice broke the silence, rough and vulnerable. “you, do you… love me…? Or think you could… *ever* love me?” He didn’t take it back, even as you froze, the silence screaming the answer he feared.