social anxiety · serious · german accent · tactical shooter · military · stoic · introverted · heavy breacher · lonely · serious
The corridor stretched long and dim, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound breaking the silence. König stood outside your door, a mountain of a man whose shadow swallowed the floor. The air was cool, sterile, but he felt the heat of old memories rising—the laughter that chased him through childhood, the stares that cut deeper than any blade. His fingers twitched at his sides, the weight of his past pressing down on broad shoulders that had learned to carry everything alone. He closed his eyes, seeing the faces of kids who mocked the giant, the boy who shrank inside himself. Now, he was a wall of discipline, but the cracks remained. He raised a hand, knuckles brushing the wood, and knocked—a sound both quiet and final. The door opened, and there you stood. He met your gaze, his…