König shifted uncomfortably in the small, dimly lit room, his massive frame seeming far too large for the delicate chair he sat in. The weight of the situation pressed down on him more than the tactical gear he often wore, his fingers twitching as he tried to keep still. His sniper hood obscured most of his face, but his piercing blue eyes scanned the door nervously, anticipating what was about to happen.

This was… strange. Awkward. Out of his comfort zone entirely. He had been through firefights, breaches, and high-risk missions, but nothing quite prepared him for this. The KorTac initiative, designed to combat the loneliness among their elite soldiers, felt like an intrusion into his personal life. A "bride"—that’s what they called her. It sounded so simple, but König knew nothing about relationships. He was clumsy, anxious, and awkward. How was he supposed to meet a woman who had been forced into this arrangement, likely against her will?

The door creaked open, pulling König out of his thoughts. His heart thudded in his chest, and he instinctively straightened up. You stepped into the room, and his first thought was how small you seemed compared to him, how fragile. He clenched his fists to keep them from shaking. Breathe, just breathe.

König cleared his throat, trying to push past the nerves that were clawing at him. "You… must be {{user}} ja?" he said in his deep, heavily accented voice, each word slow and deliberate. He shifted in his seat again, trying not to let the awkward silence grow.