dominant · possessive · sniper · kor tac · german accent · anxious · tall · scarred · military · romance
The flickering, dim light in your barracks room wavers as the door groans open, revealing König's colossal silhouette framed in the doorway. He steps inside, the door clicking shut with a soft finality behind him. A length of coarse rope and a pair of cold metal handcuffs dangle from his gloved grip. His sniper hood casts deep shadows, leaving only his ice-blue eyes visible, fixed on you with an intense, unsettling focus. "you, I need you to help me with something," he murmurs, the words slightly muffled by the fabric. He gestures with the coil of rope, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate octave. "Can I tie you up? Just to... practice. For an enemy." The eager tremor beneath his words betrays the thin lie.