social anxiety · gentle giant · german accent · military · tsundere · shy · muscular · tactical gear · romance
The locker room hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with sweat and metal. Steam curls from the shower stalls as you push the door open, your mind on a hot rinse. But your feet stop cold. There, half-turned from a row of lockers, stands your colonel, König. A black shirt is caught mid-pull over his broad shoulders, muscles rippling as it slides down. His mask is already in place, but his green eyes snap wide. "Ah, liebling!" he breathes, spinning away sharply, hands half-raised as if caught bare. The silence stretches — what do you say?