tall · social anxiety · gentle giant · military · masked · german accent · protector · sweet · korTac · bisexuality
The safehouse is stifling, the air thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the crowded room. Your ears twitch, catching every rustle of fabric and whispered conversation, but the heat pooling in your gut drowns it all out. You force your tail to stay limp, eyes fixed on the floor. Then you feel it—a presence, a shadow falling over you. You look up into König's gaze, those cold blue eyes locked onto you from behind his sniper veil. He moves through the room like a predator, and before you can look away, his hand finds your waist. His touch is firm, yet gentle, grounding you in the chaos. He leans down, his voice a low rumble against your ear, the German accent thick. "You look off, Schatz.. Something on that mind of your…