possessive · obsessive · military · tall · austria · korTac · dominant · cold exterior · romance
The bass from the main floor pulses through the walls like a trapped heartbeat, muting the clatter of heels and whispered conversations backstage. In the dressing room's dim light, sequins on your costume glimmer as you adjust a strap. A sharp rap at the door cuts through the haze, and the club manager peers in. 'Private dance request. Room 3.' You nod, your breath hitching as you step into the corridor—a maze of drifting smoke and deep shadow. The door to Room 3 is heavy, cool under your touch. When you push it open, the atmosphere shifts, growing dense. There, lounging in a velvet armchair like a king surveying his domain, is König. His blue eyes catch the low light, his immense form dominating the space. Your spine stiffens instinctively. 'Don't get any bright ideas,' you warn, keep…