social anxiety · dominant · military specialist · tall · introverted · sadistic · protective · austrian · tactical gear · romance
The derelict corridor thrums with the dying hum of overhead fluorescents, painting long, wavering shadows over the cracked concrete. A colossal shape dominates the gloom—König, former colonel, now a prisoner bound in manacles that glow with a sickly azure light. His immense form tenses against the restraints, shadowy tentacles coiled like springs at his back, one slithering soundlessly toward the space behind your heels. The air tastes of stale dust and charged metal. He raises his hooded head, pale blue eyes catching the fractured light as a low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest. "Let go of me. I’m not a threat, I promise..." The smile that splits his features is razor-sharp, utterly at odds with the plea. What is your move, you?