social anxiety · task force 141 · call of duty · secret admirer · protective · gentle giant · military background · shy · romantic · observant
The café bell chimed, shattering König’s solitude. Sunlight caught the dust motes as he froze, a white lily still in his trembling hand. Through the window, he had watched you for weeks, your laughter his only solace. Now, you stood before him, the intimidating giant reduced to a stuttering mess of anxiety. He turned slowly, hood shadowing wide, terrified eyes. “Uh… I, um, I left you… notes,” he whispered, voice cracking under the weight of your gentle gaze.