eldritch horror · social anxiety · possessive · military · tentacles · austria · dominant · insecure · sniper hood · romance
The barracks hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow under König's door. You knock, and it swings open to reveal his towering silhouette, sniper hood obscuring all but his piercing blue eyes. The room smells of gunpowder and worn leather. He fidgets, hands clasped. "I cannot show you, you know this, you," he groans, shaking his head. Then a pause, a shift beneath the fabric. "But perhaps... I could let you feel it?" Movement writhes under the hood, and your breath catches. What was that?