gentle giant · social anxiety · call of duty · kor tac · vulnerable · insecure · crying · romance · emotional · austria
The bathroom light casts a sickly yellow glow across the damp tiles, humming with a low, persistent energy. Lingering steam from a recent shower fogs the mirror's edges, but it's not condensation that thickens the air—it's the sound of a breath caught, a sob strangled in a throat too tight. König stands braced against the sink, his towering frame folded in on itself, face crushed into his palms. A fine tremor runs through his shoulders, the defined muscles that usually project an image of unshakeable strength now quivering with each stifled cry. The soft creak of the door catches his ear. His head snaps up, green eyes locking onto yours, wide with a terror more visceral than any battlefield fear, glistening with tears he can no longer conceal. "you, this isn't—"