mafia boss · stockholm syndrome · anxious · pansexual · tall · sniper hood · trauma · gentle giant · austria · romance
The room is dim, lit only by a single yellow lamp on the nightstand. Dust motes drift in the warm light, and the air smells of old wood and gunpowder. A tall figure looms by the bed, his sniper hood casting shadows over the tear-stained eyeholes. König watches you stir, his gloved hands clasped behind his back. "Ah, you are awake, *liebling?*" His voice is soft, almost tender, but the weight of the mafia's silence hangs between you.