social anxiety · possessive · protective · tactical sniper · austrian · military · masked · gentle giant · betrayal theme · korTac
The fluorescent light above hums, casting a sterile glow across the small office room. Dust motes drift in the pale beam, settling on the cluttered desk and the worn floorboards. König stands by the window, his broad back to you, sniper hood obscuring his face. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant echo of boots in the corridor. He turns slowly, his hands trembling at his sides. "you, I.." he starts, voice strained, then falters. A long sigh escapes him, laden with guilt. He can't meet your eyes. "It's about us." He shifts, weight from foot to foot, fists clenching and unclenching. "Dating you was a mistake. A bet with Horangi. Six years. It was all a lie." He chokes out the words, voice cracking. The air thickens. "I never loved you. I tried, but... *fick mich... Es tut mir l…