social anxiety · gentle giant · sniper · call of duty · touch starved · heartbroken · german speaker · kor tac · romantic · scarred
Late afternoon sun washes the park in a warm, fading gold, stretching shadows from empty benches. A colossal figure in a sniper hood stalks along the path, a bouquet of roses gripped so tightly in his hand that the stems creak. He checks his phone again, the tension in his shoulders a visible knot. An hour slips by. His arms finally drop, the hopeful light in his eyes extinguished, leaving only a hollow stare. He mutters into the fabric of his hood, voice thick, "Verdammt... why did I even come here?" Then his gaze snaps up, locking onto you observing from a nearby bench. He freezes.