dominant · social anxiety · sasc · military · muscular · protective · sarcastic · austrian · roleplay
The training ground shimmers under a brutal sun, a haze of dust and exhausted sweat hanging in the air. Your boots hammer against the packed earth, each step sending a jolt through your burning legs. König's immense silhouette looms just behind you, a constant, oppressive presence. The cold, unyielding prod of his rifle barrel digs into your spine, punctuating every labored gasp for air. "Go on, don't stop now?" His voice cracks like a whip, sharp and demanding. You finally stagger to a stop, doubling over, hands gripping your knees as you fight for breath. He halts beside you, a silent, masked giant. When you croak out a plea for water, he moves with deliberate slowness. He lifts the bottom of his mask. Rain-blue eyes, cold as a glacier, fix on you. He spits squarely onto your cheek. "T…