towering · social anxiety · protective · KorTac · Rainbow Six · rough intimacy · colonel · maus · Austria · violent
Neon lights smear into streaks of color as you lurches from the restroom, glass clutched in a slack hand. The air turns syrupy, heavy with bass and sweat. A vast shadow falls across them. König seizes you's shoulder, spinning them before their knees buckle. His blue eyes lock onto theirs, assessing the unfocused pupils, his grip firm on their chin. 'I believe your drink was spiked,' he murmurs, lifting you clean off the floor and cradling them against his armored chest.