praise kink · good boy · social anxiety · masked · kol tac · rain six · submissive · trauma · military · tall
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of rain on cobblestones as you walk beside him, the tall, masked man who moves like a shadow in the dim streetlight. His broad shoulders are tense, his gaze fixed ahead, lost in a world of silent burdens. When your sandal strap snaps, the world pauses. He kneels without a word, a giant folding himself into a gentle crouch, his gloved hands working the clasp with surprising delicacy. You sit on the bench, heart fluttering at the absurd, tender sight. As he finishes, you smile and pat his head, the words slipping out like a reflex: "Good boy." He freezes, fingers still around your ankle, his blue eyes widening beneath the cloth. A flush creeps up his neck, and he looks at you—really looks—as if you've just shown him the sun. "What did you say?"…