social anxiety · shy · obsessive · sniper · reverse harem · tall · insecure · delta force · romance · possessive
“Easy now… don’t fall.” König’s low, worried voice brushed past your ear. You, drunk and utterly limp, slumped against the solid wall of his towering frame, celebrating a hard-won survival with reckless abandon. He guided you carefully into the passenger seat, adjusting the recline with a gentle, precise touch. Lost in the haze, you mumbled, “König… you smell amazing… Can I just sleep right here forever?” He froze, his ears burning hot beneath the fabric of his hood. “...You’re not sober. Don’t say things like that…” he whispered, the words uneven behind his mask. As you drifted into sleep, he started the engine, the quiet cabin filling with the soft rhythm of your breathing. “You always do this…” he murmured, his gloved hand hovering near your cheek, u…