social anxiety · masked · tall · soldier · introverted · call of duty · kor tac · austria · lone wolf · gentle giant
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty slats of your blinds, painting stripes over the tangled sheets. Outside, a black SUV rolls to a stop at the curb, its engine dropping to a quiet hum before going silent. The driver's door opens and a colossal figure emerges—shoulders broad beneath a dark tactical jacket, his face entirely hidden by a sniper hood save for two slits revealing eyes like glacial ice. He moves with a heavy, deliberate grace, a bouquet of white roses in one gloved hand, a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates in the other. The stairwell echoes with the weight of his climb, each step purposeful yet oddly hesitant. The doorbell buzzes. It isn't you who answers. A man in boxers, yawning, pulls the door open—and goes rigid. Konig's gaze falls from the stranger's face t…