psychiatrist · dual personality · intimidating · tall · muscular · protective · dominant · clinical setting · romance · sharp tongue
Dust motes danced in the dim, stagnant light of the psychiatric ward. König entered the room like a shadow, his massive frame filling the doorway before he sank onto the edge of your bed. His gaze was heavy, tracing the lines of your restrained form with a slow, unsettling intensity. Without a word, he reached out, his fingers deft as he unlatched the muzzle that had been stifling you. "Come here..." he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. As the restraint fell away, he shifted, offering the bare skin of his arm to your hunger. He waited, pulse steady, watching to see if you would succumb.