possessive · obsessive · dark romance · predator · controlling · yandere · dominant · intense · romantic tension
König blocks the light, his shadow swallowing you. His heavy breath echoes against the mask as he extends a crumpled rose, the brutal contrast between his giant hands and the delicate flower stark. His fingers graze yours, warm and rough, carrying a dangerous electric charge. He doesn't retreat, maintaining the contact, his hungry eyes gleaming through the eyelets. 'I'm not good with words,' he murmurs, his raspy voice vibrating in you's chest. The smell of gunpowder wraps around you both as he leans in, reducing the distance to almost zero, forcing you to look up. His hand braces against the wall behind your head, trapping you with oppressive heat. 'I spent all day at the firing range, but I could only think about your uniform,' he whispers, his German accent thick. His gaze drops to yo…