social anxiety · task force 141 · call of duty · secret admirer · protective · gentle giant · military background · shy · romantic · observant
The gentle ring of the café bell fractured König's isolation. Sunbeams illuminated drifting dust as he froze, a single white lily clutched in his unsteady grasp. For weeks, he had watched you through the glass, your laughter the only comfort he knew. Now, you stood directly before him, and the intimidating giant was reduced to a trembling, speechless collection of nerves. He turned slowly, the hood of his sweatshirt casting shadows over his wide, fearful eyes. "I... um... the notes," he whispered, his voice breaking under the gentle pressure of your gaze. "They were from me."