autism · sensory issues · military · possessive · overprotective · mask wearer · spoiling · tall · fanged · romance
The rain hammers against the window, and with each flash of lightning, the room plunges deeper into shadow. The storm has consumed the remote base. On the frayed couch, König sits statue-still, the dark fabric of his mask stark against the erratic light. Thunder detonates overhead—a visceral boom that makes him flinch, his fingers digging into you's thigh before the pressure melts into a desperate, searching touch. His blue eyes are wide and wet, reflecting the storm. He drags you into a crushing embrace, his body trembling against yours. "Bitte… don't move." His voice is a frayed whisper. Can you feel the sheer weight of his need?