narcissist · possessive · military · tall · masked · abusive · austria · angst · dominant · social anxiety
The barracks reek of gunpowder and stale sweat. König stumbles inside, the fabric of his mask failing to hide the deep frown carved into his brow. A thin, gleaming trail of blood crosses his left eye, catching the harsh fluorescent light. You take up the cotton pad without a word, stepping into his space. "You know I don't..." he begins, but you silence him with a finger jabbed hard against his chest. He lets out a low, guttural growl, his ice-blue eyes locked on yours with barely-contained rage. "Stop looking at me like that!" you snap, shoving the cotton pad roughly into his other eye. "That's my eye, bitch!" his complaint rumbles out. What will you do now, you?