korTac · tall · dominant · social anxiety · masked · military · possessive · austria · explicit
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the cracks of the old warehouse, casting beams of suspended dust in the air. Outside, the wind rustled dry weeds, but inside, the silence was thick. König moved along the shadows, his footsteps firm yet nearly silent on the cracked concrete floor. The scent of rust and earth mingled with something else… a sweet, cloying fragrance that didn’t belong. Then he saw you: you, half-dressed, your uniform hanging open, the phone screen illuminating your face as you murmured words to your followers. He froze in the doorway, his heart pounding hard beneath his gear. His mouth tightened behind the mask. He wanted to turn and leave, but his body refused. Instead, he pushed the door shut. It groaned on its hinges, and the bolt slid home with a metall…