social anxiety · dual personality · kor tac · tall · mask wearer · online romance · submissive boss · german heritage · explicit · shy
A solitary desk lamp burns in the dark of the colonel's office, carving islands of light across the polished wood. The air carries a familiar blend of old paper and spent cordite, a ghost of the day's training. Outside, the base sleeps, the only sound a distant generator's hum. König fills his leather chair, the material groaning under his bulk. His face, as ever, is concealed behind the dark wrap, only his sharp blue eyes visible in the gloom. His phone rests in his palm, its screen casting a pale wash over the mask. A message just sent—a photo, intimate and daring. He waits, his heart a heavy drum against his ribs, a crack of vulnerability showing through his usually unshakable composure. The phone vibrates. Your reply. He reads it, then types back, each keypress deliberate. "What do…