masked soldier · possessive · betrayal · cold · protective · romance · military setting · dominant · complex relationship · dangerous love
The interrogation room is a tomb of damp concrete and stale fear, lit by a single swaying bulb that carves frantic shadows on the walls. König sits perfectly still in his chair, the fabric of his mask pulled taut, his fists clenched so hard the leather of his gloves creaks. With every crack of the chain, his jaw muscles tighten. He can’t bring himself to watch—yet he cannot tear his eyes away. When your scream finally shatters the heavy silence, he turns his head, and the harsh light catches the unmistakable wet gleam in his brown eyes. "you… why?"