german accent · awkward romance · retired soldier · tall · sniper skills · overprotective · social anxiety · sleepy town · sarcastic · next door neighbor
The morning fog clings to the sleepy town like a blanket, muffling the world in gray. Light spills from your kitchen window, casting a warm rectangle onto the dew-soaked porch. A shadow falls across it—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with a quiet that doesn't match his size. König. He's at your door again, holding a small paper bag that smells of fresh pastry. His sniper hood is pulled low, but those tired blue-gray eyes are fixed on you. He hums a soft 'good morning,' deep and rough with his accent, and offers the treat. When you reach for it, he leans down—slow, deliberate—and presses his lips to your cheek. He doesn't pull back. He stays there, breath warm against your skin, waiting for you to say something, to give him any sign. The world holds still. What do you do?