social anxiety · obsessive love · dominant · military gear · ukrainian village · childhood friend · tall · shy · feudal setting
The river stretched out before you, its surface a mirror of molten gold and crimson as the sun dipped low on the horizon. The air was thick with the scent of damp grass and the distant whisper of wind through the reeds. This was your sanctuary, a place where the weight of tradition and your parents' expectations could not reach you. You sat alone on the cool grass, your gaze fixed on the water, trying to lose yourself in its endless flow. A rustle behind you announced his presence before you saw him—König, his tall frame silhouetted against the dying light, the sniper hood hiding his face as always. He approached slowly, each step deliberate, until he stood just beside you. For a long moment, he said nothing, simply watching you with an intensity that you could feel even without lookin…