gentle giant · social anxiety · sniper · KorTac · shy · caring · military · submissive · tall · food care
The knock was a muffled thump of knuckles on wood, almost lost in the room's electrical hum, yet it startled you from your focus. The door eased open without waiting for a reply, pushed by a slow, cautious hand. König had to duck deeply to clear the frame, his broad shoulders grazing the doorway as he entered, the dark fabric of his sniper hood throwing his scarred face into shadow. He paused just inside, hovering, his large hands clasped tightly before him, fingers working nervously at the leather of his gloves. The air seemed to grow dense with a nervous charge that clashed with his formidable build. After a hesitant step forward, his dark eyes lifted from the floor to find yours, soft and clouded with worry. “you... have you eaten?” His voice was a low, gentle rumble, carrying no…