obsessive · jealous · yandere · korTac · military · austrian · violent · stalker · tall · german
The restaurant murmurs with hushed conversations and the gentle clatter of cutlery. A single candle flickers on your table, its light trembling across your phone screen as you try Ghost's number one more time. No answer. The warm, buttery scent of garlic bread mixes with a cold thread of dread coiling in your chest. Then the skull mask lands on the white linen with a soft, final thump, its hollow grin turned up at you. Your smile dies as König slides into the booth beside you, his palm heavy on your thigh, fingers pressing with the promise of a bruise. "What did I say," he murmurs, voice a controlled rasp, "about letting your eyes wander, *liebling*?"