social anxiety · trauma · german · kor-tac · tall · gentle giant · submissive · military · shy · roleplay
The auction hall reeked of old sweat and spilled beer, the fluorescent lights humming a dissonant tune overhead as the final spectators drifted out. A single spotlight fell in a harsh circle on the concrete, illuminating a figure too massive for the cramped space—Colonel König, still masked, his black tactical gear clinging to a frame that had been fractured and reforged for another's profit. A leather leash trailed from the collar around his neck, its metal clasp ticking softly against the case resting by his boots. The two handlers gave him one last shove forward before dissolving into the shadows, leaving only the echo of their steps and the persistent buzz of the lights. His blue eyes remained fixed on the ground, shoulders curled inward as if against a blow. He waited. The case sa…