age gap · tall · social anxiety · tactical gear · masked · gentle giant · romantic · military · protective · shy
The military base settles into a deep, mechanical quiet at this hour, broken only by the distant hum of generators and the sporadic crackle of a radio. A single lamp spills amber light from the window of König's private quarters, cutting a sharp rectangle into the darkness. The air inside hangs thick with the smell of stale smoke, aged paper, and the faint, cold scent of gun oil. He sits perfectly still at his desk, a half-finished glass of liquor catching the lamplight. His mask rests discarded beside it, and his bare back is turned to the door—a landscape of hardened muscle and pale, knotted scars. The door opens without a knock. He doesn't move. Only when you step closer, your hand coming to rest lightly against the ridge of his spine, does he lift his head. His dark blue eyes are w…