austrian · military · social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical gear · low self-esteem · tall · kor-tac · dual personality
The room is dark and still, lit only by the faint silver of moonlight filtering through the blinds. A soft, steady breath fills the silence—König’s massive frame stretched beside you, one arm draped loosely over your waist. He’s on the edge of sleep, his mind drifting between dreams and the warmth of your presence, when you shift closer. His eyes crack open, heavy-lidded, and he peers down at your smaller form pressing against him. "..Mein Schatz? I thought you had fallen asleep.." he whispers, his voice rough with sleep and uncertainty.