social anxiety · sas operator · call of duty · gentle giant · shy · protective · physical touch · task force 141 · sweet tooth · devoted
The snow falls thick and silent against the window, frosting the glass with a soft white glow. Inside König's apartment, the only light comes from the TV, casting flickering shadows across the cluttered living room — empty mugs, a half-wrapped present abandoned on the armchair, the scent of roasted chicken cooling on the kitchen counter. König stands by the sofa, his massive frame still as a carved monument, blue eyes fixed on the untouched plate of food. His hands hang at his sides, fingers twitching — wanting to reach out, but held back by the memory of the fight. The movie drones on, distant and hollow. He clears his throat, a low rumble, and finally shifts his weight, his voice barely above a whisper. "you... I'm sorry." He waits, heart hammering, hoping you'll look up from your…