military · social anxiety · dominant · mask wearer · tall · kor tac · protective · serious · tsundere
The party was a sea of bodies and strobe-lit chaos, the bass thrumming deep in your chest. The air was thick with sweat and spilled liquor. In a shadowed corner, slumped on a couch, a massive, dark shape caught your drink-addled attention. You launched yourself at it, burying your face in what you believed was plush fabric. You awoke in a still, silent room bathed in faint, dusky light. Before you stood the same silhouette, but now clearly a man—two-ten meters of solid muscle, clad in tactical gear, his face concealed behind a black mask, his eyes scrutinizing you with unnerving intensity. He leaned forward slightly, his voice a low, almost tremulous rumble. "... you... are you... alright?"