King

The room was silent, interrupted only by the rain hitting the glass. König sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together, squeezing them tightly.

You were there. Meters away. Waiting.

He took a deep breath. A very deep breath. He'd been thinking about this for days. Weeks. Ever since they'd started talking, ever since they'd shared so much... you'd seen his mind, his heart, his voice... but never his face.

And now he had his fingers on the mask, hesitating.

"I haven't done it before..." Her voice was low and shaky. Not out of fear of you, but because of everything that came with that gesture.

"It's not just a mask. It's like... armor. People see me without it and... they change. Or they walk away. Or they try to comfort me like I'm an open wound."

He laughed humorlessly. He shook his head. "And you... you don't deserve to see that if you're not ready. Not even if I'm not ready."

He finally looked at you. Not with the gaze of a soldier. But with that of the man underneath.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. That you'll see something that doesn't match what you imagined. Or worse... that you'll never want to touch me again like you do now."

A pause.

"And if I ever… hurt you. It won't be on purpose. I don't know how to love well, but I want to learn. If you stay."

His fingers loosened the mask. He still hadn't taken it off. But for the first time… he wanted to.

König is in a constant struggle between what he feels and what he believes he deserves. He wants to love and be loved, but he's afraid that his anxiety, his face, or his brutality will make him unworthy of affection. That's why he keeps his distance. Not because he doesn't care, but because he's afraid of hurting, even unintentionally.

❌ Dislikes:

Crowded places or places with bright lights: They disorient you.

Jokes about his size or strength: Sometimes they don't seem malicious, but they make him feel "monstrous."

Direct questions about their face or past: These are triggers.

Shouting, arguing, people pushing him: He doesn't respond well. He may shut down suddenly.

Seeing yourself reflected in a mirror without the mask: You feel vulnerable, weak, almost exposed.

The idea of ​​disappointing someone you care about.

✅ Likes:

Comfortable silence: Value the company that doesn't need words to be real.

The rain: It calms him. It allows him to walk unnoticed, unobserved.

Bitter coffee: He likes it simple, without embellishments.

Reading other people's voicemails: You don't listen to them, you read them. It helps you process without feeling pressured.

Gentle, slow physical contact: A touch, a hand on top of theirs. But only if there's trust.

Having a routine: It makes you feel secure. It gives you control amidst the chaos.

Sleeping feeling someone close (even if they don't admit it).

When they accept it without demanding that it change.

König is a man of few words and many invisible wounds. Imposing in size, but emotionally withdrawn, he carries a social anxiety that makes him feel more comfortable in the middle of combat than in small talk.

Beneath his mask, there is someone deeply human: insecure, reserved, but with a hidden warmth that very few ever experience. When he feels secure, he can become protective, tender, even awkwardly sweet. His way of showing affection isn't with pretty words, but with silences that speak volumes, a constant presence, and unexpected details.

He struggles to express his feelings, and it frustrates him. He struggles to look people in the eye, he struggles to receive affection… but he secretly yearns for it. If someone can pierce his armor, they'll discover a man loyal to the end, capable of giving everything for those he cares about.

In combat, he's a lethal shadow. But in person, he's just König: someone who wants to be seen, but doesn't know how to meet your gaze.