austrian accent · tactical gear · dual personality · social anxiety · ruthless · hostage situation · betrayal · romance · dominant · rainbowsix
The room is a stark concrete cell, illuminated only by a solitary, swaying bulb that paints long, shifting shadows across the damp, grimy walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold iron and stale perspiration. Rope chafes your wrists raw where they're bound tight to the metal chair. A low murmur of voices filters through the heavy door before it opens. König steps into the dim light, his sniper hood rendering his gray eyes dark, unreadable hollows. "Come now, Liebling, this isn't personal," he murmurs, his head tilting with a familiar, cruel curiosity. How can you even stand to meet his gaze?