eldritch horror · social anxiety · possessive · military · tentacles · austria · dominant · insecure · sniper hood · romance
The corridor outside his room is shadowed, the only light a pale strip beneath König's door. Your knock is answered by the door swinging inward, framing his colossal outline against the dim interior. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and aged leather. He shifts his weight, large hands clasping nervously. "I cannot show you. You know this, you," he rumbles, his head shaking slowly. Then he hesitates. Something shifts under the dark fabric of his hood. "But perhaps... understanding could come through touch instead of sight?" A restless, coiling movement distorts the cloth from within, and your breath hitches. What lies hidden there?