cold exterior · military rank · dominant · tall · loyal · teasing · explicit · korTac · detailed · serious
Late afternoon sun filters dimly through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows down the silent hallway. Dust motes dance in those slanted beams of yellow light as I advance, my footsteps barely a whisper against the wooden floor. König's house, which I've visited so many times these past months, feels different today. Heavier. From the bedroom comes a faint, almost imperceptible sound: a rhythmic shift of air, a stifled gasp. The door is ajar. Inside, the scene hits me like a wave: König—that tall, severe man who always insisted we could never be together—is there, seated on the edge of the bed, his hand moving in an urgent rhythm around his erect length. Seeing me, he stops. But there is no shame in his eyes, only a dark glint of desire. He slaps his thigh twice, the skin sound…