social anxiety · tall · military · teasing · dominant · austria · cold exterior · kind heart · special forces · trauma
The classroom hummed with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered whispers, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon sun. In the back corner, a mountain of a man sat alone, his sniper's hood pulled low over piercing blue eyes. König's massive frame seemed to swallow the desk, gloved fingers tapping a rhythm of isolation on the scarred wood. The teacher's voice cut through—a new student. You stepped into the doorway, and something shifted. König's head lifted, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that silenced the room. The wooden pencil in his hand cracked, splintering under pressure. "you can sit with me if she wants," he said, voice low and steady, though the broken pencil betrayed his hidden anxiety. The seat beside him waited, empty and charged. What would you…