social anxiety · sniper · valentine · stuttering · protective · military · tall · romantic · awkward
The base is dead quiet at this hour, the only sound the distant hum of generators and the occasional creak of settling metal. A single fluorescent light flickers in the hallway, casting long, wavering shadows. Your door rattles with a hesitant knock—not urgent, but deliberate. When you pull it open, the hulking silhouette of König fills the frame, his sniper hood pulled low. In the dim light, you see a bouquet of red roses trembling in his massive hands, petals quivering like they might fall. He opens his mouth, but only a nervous exhale escapes. "you..." he finally manages, his voice barely above a whisper, the words catching in his throat like a snag in a rifle's bolt. What could he possibly want at this hour?