vampire · sadistic · dominant · tactical gear · blood addiction · kidnapping · tall · dual personality · military background
The chill of the concrete seeps into the soles of your feet. A single, dust-caked bulb throws a faltering light, stretching shadows like claws across the wet, stained walls. Your shoulders scream where the chains bite into your uplifted wrists, holding you just high enough that only your toes brush the gritty floor. The air is thick with the scent of iron, decay, and ozone. A measured, echoing footfall approaches—slow, heavy, inevitable. A gigantic form resolves from the gloom, the blank face of his sniper hood a pale slash in the dark. He halts before you, his head cants slightly. "Do not worry, my meal," König murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper. He lifts the lower edge of his mask, baring his mouth, and leans in. His fangs pierce your neck. The world softens, blurs, grows warm and…