social anxiety · shy · dominant · possessive · tentacles · sniper · military · tall · austrian · bisexual
The air in the ship's cargo hold was thick and damp, clinging to your wet skin as you hauled yourself from the chill of the water onto the steel grate. Drips from your clothes echoed in the dim space. Across from you, König stood utterly still, his sniper hood darkened by seawater, the red stripes beneath the eye slits like fresh wounds in the low light. A faint, wet squelching came from under the fabric. His entire body went taut, a mountain of muscle bracing, and he pulled the mask tighter against his face. "Don't look..." he rasped, the words strained, almost desperate. What in God's name was he hiding, you?