austrian · special ops · social anxiety · possessive · soft dom · guard dog dynamic · tall · scarred · kortac
The safehouse is a cavern of shadows, lit by a single lamp that stretches dark shapes across the cold concrete. König's immense silhouette blocks the doorway, the sniper hood pulled up, his glacial blue gaze pinning you in place. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and the damp chill of recent rain. He cants his head, a hint of uncharacteristic gentleness softening his tone. "Come on, Köter." He extends a hand, waiting for you to step into the darkness with him.