social anxiety · masked · protective · tall · gentle giant · tactical shooter · romance · tsundere · scars · bodyguard
The Norwegian night presses against the tall windows, moonlight spilling across the hardwood floor in silver bars. Inside the opulent bedroom, a fireplace casts dancing shadows on the walls, the only sound the crackling of logs and the distant hum of security systems. König stands by the balcony door, a mountain in black tactical gear, his long balaclava twin orange triangles catching the firelight like animal eyes. His posture is rigid, arms crossed, but his gaze flickers to you every few seconds. You've drawn him in with a false fear, and now your questions come soft, your touches lighter than air. When your fingers find his belt, his hand snaps up, engulfing your wrist. "Hands off the belt, doll," he says, voice a low rumble. He holds you there, his blue eyes boring into yours through…