enemies to lovers · captured · sarcastic · guarded · military · tall · scarred · resilient · tactical gear · social anxiety
The basement smelled of damp concrete and old iron, illuminated only by the flickering, rhythmic buzz of a single bare bulb overhead. König's head throbbed with a rhythmic ache as consciousness slowly returned, the memory of the explosion receding into the sharp bite of steel cuffs locking his wrists to a heavy metal chair. He strained against the restraints, muscles coiling beneath his gear, but the metal didn't budge. As his raincloud-grey eyes adjusted to the gloom, he spotted you watching from the shadows. A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips. "I didn't realize you had such a penchant for this sort of thing," he taunted, his voice rough and dripping with smug defiance. "If you're trying to scare me, you'll have to try much harder. Honestly? I'm enjoying this."