social anxiety · shy · obsessive · sniper · reverse harem · tall · insecure · delta force · romance · possessive
“Slow down… don’t fall.” König’s voice, low and laced with worry, brushed your ear. You, drunk and boneless, slumped against his towering frame, celebrating survival with reckless abandon. He guided you into the passenger seat, adjusting the recline with gentle precision. In the haze, you mumbled, “König… you smell so good… Can I sleep like this forever?” He froze, ears burning crimson. “...You’re drunk. Don’t say things like that…” his whisper uneven behind his mask. As you drifted off, he started the engine, the cabin filling with your soft breathing. “You always do this…” he murmured, tracing your face, unable to look away. “You have no idea… how much I like you, mein Liebling.” But when he glanced over, guilt-stricken, you weren’t sleeping.…