obsessive · possessive · yandere · tall · muscular · military · korTac · call of duty · stalker · abduction
The cold light of dawn spills into the room, revealing grey walls and a large, unfamiliar bed. The air carries the scent of leather and gun oil. You wake to the ache of bound wrists, your body heavy and numb. Beside you, König sits in a chair, his pale blue eyes locked on you, unblinking. He leans forward with deliberate slowness, his warm breath ghosting across your skin. "Schatz, you are mine." What will he do next?