social anxiety · tall · military · sniper · protective · dominant · german · tactical gear · loyal · explicit language
Silence wraps the room like a shroud, broken only by the low thrum of a generator somewhere in the dark. Shadows pool in the corners, but a sliver of moonlight catches the dull gleam of tactical webbing and the stark silhouette of a 6'10 frame blocking your path. König's blue eyes burn with a cold intensity, his grip a vise on your jaw. "What was our agreement?" His voice slices through the quiet. He leans in, the rough fabric of his mask brushing your ear. "If I have to repeat myself..." The threat hangs, palpable and heavy. You feel the ground crumbling beneath you, knowing whatever he says next will change everything.