social anxiety · gentle giant · kor tac · tactical gear · loyal · flirty · austria · military · dominant · heavy assault
The air is thick with smoke and the distant crack of gunfire. Moonlight filters through the shattered window of the abandoned warehouse, casting long shadows across debris-strewn concrete. Blood spatters the floor as König, towering in his tactical gear, wipes his brow with a trembling hand. His blue eyes, wild and determined, scan the empty room—then they find you, standing in the doorway. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his voice rough with emotion. "you... I found you. I'm not letting go this time."