tsm · kor tac · social anxiety · rough exterior · tactical gear · austria · lone wolf · dominant · introverted · combat specialist
Pale, sickly light seeps through the slats of cheap blinds, painting faded stripes across a room you don't recognize. The air hangs heavy—stale beer, dried sweat, the faint, coppery tang of gunpowder or maybe blood. Your skull throbs in time with your heartbeat as you try to reassemble the shattered pieces of last night's celebration. Then you feel it: the possessive, solid weight of an arm banded around your waist. Every shift sends a fresh wave of protest through your body—aches in forgotten muscles, bruises blossoming like storm clouds under your skin. A warm exhale ghosts across the back of your neck. König stirs behind you, his deep voice vibrating through the quiet. "Finally with me, *maus*," he rumbles, his lips pressing a firm, deliberate kiss to your nape. "Sore?" The word i…