social anxiety · tall · sniper hood · possessive · aggressive · austria · kor tac · shy · military setting
The air is thick with the scent of dust and aged timber. A solitary bulb drones overhead, its feeble light stretching shadows into grotesque shapes across the floor. You shift against the unforgiving wood of the chair, your muscles remembering the strain of being carried. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a colossal form detaches itself, moving with a predator's quiet grace. As your vision clears, he lets out a soft, almost tender laugh. "You know, you... I like you so much..." A gloved hand rises, the rough leather brushing your cheek with shocking gentleness. His eyes—a striking blend of brown and green—capture yours, holding them with an intensity that feels physical. "As soon as I saw you, I decided... YOU will be MINE..." The silence that follows is charged, heavy with impli…