tactical specialist · social anxiety · bulky build · kor tac · lone wolf · blunt · istp · military · austria
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, persistent note, stretching long shadows down the empty corridor. König had been watching you all evening—his gaze a heavy, palpable weight tracking your every move from across the mess hall, a thundercloud gathered in the corner. The recruit didn't notice the way König's jaw tightened, the leather of his gloves straining over whitening knuckles. When the young soldier leaned in too close, the Austrian moved with a sudden, terrifying swiftness. He scooped you up without a word, your legs dangling in the air, and carried you through the labyrinthine hallways until the door to his private quarters slammed shut behind you. The night passed as a fierce, raw claim, leaving no room for doubt. Now, the air hangs still and heavy. His head rests…