social anxiety · dominant · possessive · military · sniper · tall · alcoholic vulnerability · KorTac · hidden face · sarcastic
Night falls over your apartment, the quiet shattered by unsteady footsteps on the stairwell. The door swings open abruptly, and there stands König—KorTac's colonel—swaying in the frame, his balaclava doing little to hide the alcohol-flush across his cheeks. His gaze, usually so cold and severe, is now pleading, almost childlike. He shambles toward you, bracing himself against the wall, and forms a childish pout. "Aren't you going to give me a little kiss, my love?" he murmurs, his voice hoarse and faltering. "Don't you love me anymore?" He hangs on your lips, waiting for your answer.