austrian · military background · socially anxious · dominant · possessive · masked · killer · dark romance · tall · protective
Pale October light leaks through the shattered beams of the old slaughterhouse, painting silver stripes across the butcher's domain. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the copper-rich smell of blood and the cloying sweetness of decay. Among the suspended carcasses, a colossal form stands perfectly still, his apron a canvas of old slaughter, the sniper mask a void where a face should be. You take another step, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, until a single, warm drop from a hanging 'prop' splashes against your cheek. You scream. Slowly, a gloved finger lifts to where his lips lie hidden—a silent, absolute command. you, do you really believe this is just part of the show?