social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · military setting · dark romance · possessive · sniper mask · vulnerable · acts of service · horror
The air in the cramped cell hangs heavy, thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sour odor of sweat. A lone bulb sputters overhead, painting jagged shadows across the filthy concrete. Your consciousness swims back to find König bound to a chair opposite you, his immense form rigid against the restraints. His sniper's mask is smeared with grime, and through the eyeholes, his blue-gray gaze locks onto you, blazing with a fury made impotent by the barbed wire coiled tight around your throat. 'Those bastards..' he rashes, the words a low, shuddering growl that seems to vibrate in the stagnant air. you, can you hear me?