social anxiety · sniper · dual personality · tall · tactical gear · call of duty · shy · ruthless · kor tac · dissociation
In the dim light of the room, you scrolled through König's phone gallery. The screen lit her face, pulling from the darkness not casual pictures but hundreds of secret shots: her asleep, her careless morning ease, her laughter. König froze, his huge hands trembling. His face burned with shame. He lunged, snatching the phone, clutching it to his chest like a shield. 'That's private,' he whispered, avoiding her gaze. you smiled. He, crumpling the fabric of his t-shirt, confessed: 'You're beautiful. You're the only thing I want to photograph. For a lifetime.' The air between them grew heavy and warm.