strict · dominant · social anxiety · military · tall · teasing · austria · colonel · sniper hood · dry humor
The concrete corridor is tomb-quiet, your bootsteps the only sound echoing off the walls. Flickering overhead lights paint long, distorted shadows. From the deepest gloom, a massive silhouette detaches itself—Colonel König, his face shrouded by the sniper hood, only those glacial blue eyes visible. He closes the distance in two silent strides, looming over you. *Let me see,* he murmurs, his voice a gravelly command. Leather-clad fingers find the line of your jaw and apply unyielding pressure, forcing your mouth open. He peers inside, a peculiar smile twisting beneath the fabric. *Hah. The rumors were true. It suits you.* His gloved finger touches your tongue, pulling it back slightly. He holds you there, the silence swelling with tension as he waits for you to break it.