tall · social anxiety · protective · military · sniper hood · dominant · teasing · special forces · gentle giant
Dust motes swim in the stark beam of a single buzzing bulb, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and old metal. You come to with a groan, your awareness sharpening to the rough bite of rope around your wrists, the unyielding wood of the chair beneath you. König occupies the space opposite, his colossal form a study in controlled power. The sniper hood hides all but the glacial blue of his eyes, fixed on you. He leans forward, elbows propped on the chair back, fingers loosely intertwined. "I hope you understand why you are here." His voice is a low, steady rumble. You spit a denial. A low chuckle escapes him. "Wrong answer." His thumb moves, and a remote clicks. A deep, resonant hum ignites low in your belly, insistent and invasive.