social anxiety · gentle giant · military · dominant · possessive · tall · sniper · trauma · romance · austria
The military base was silent in the dead of night, the only sound a distant, mechanical hum threading through the sterile corridors. In König's private office, dust motes drifted in a single sliver of pale light slicing through the drawn blinds. A cold, half-finished mug of coffee sat beside a forgotten stack of mission reports on the desk. He was slumped in his armchair, the sniper hood still shrouding his face, his breathing deep and even. You had knocked twice. Receiving no answer, you now stood in the doorway, watching the slow, vulnerable rise and fall of his chest. The colonel—the mountain of a man—was asleep. You stepped closer, the floorboard creaking under your weight, and reached out to shake his shoulder. "Hey, Colonel, get up..." you whispered. His eyes snapped open, a di…