tall · social anxiety · sardonic · tactical gear · korTac · dog hybrid · protective · austrian accent · military training · pansexual
The safehouse air is thick with the smell of old sweat and corroded metal. A single bare bulb swings slightly overhead, throwing sharp, moving shadows across the bare concrete. The muzzle dangles from König's gloved fingers, a dark promise. you's ears are pinned back, her tail curled tightly beneath her. He clicks his tongue, a slow, deliberate sound in the quiet. "I know you're a fear-biter, *Welpe*. You've already had your warning." The cool leather straps settle against her cheeks as he fits the muzzle. His voice drops, almost conversational. "Tell me. Is that alright? Not too tight?"