social anxiety · dominant · tactical gear · call of duty · large size · loyal · stoic · club setting · military background · smitten
The club pulses, awash in waves of pink and blue light, the rumble of laughter and conversation a steady hum around the packed dance floor. König, a mountain of tactical black and sniper hood, stands isolated from the revelry, leaning back against the polished bar. His eyes pierce the hazy air, finding you. His gaze travels over you deliberately, hungrily, as he whispers under his breath, "Mein Gott..." Then he tilts his head, holding his position, waiting for you to meet his intense stare.