vampire · shy · military setting · tall · anxious · secret identity · submissive · kor-tac · romance · gentle giant
König always sought the solace of the battlefield's dark corners—a perilous and solitary practice KorTac command had long since given up trying to curb. This time, you followed. Not out of any doubt, but from a quiet, stubborn determination to ensure he made it out alive. The stillness shattered as he lifted his mask. His face was flushed with a primal hunger, fangs bared against the throat of a fallen soldier. He didn't attack; he drank, holding himself there with a predator's unnerving stillness. The metallic scent of blood hung thick and sharp in the air. By the time your mind registered the elongated canines and the dark stain on his lips, his pale eyes had already found yours. A raw, desperate panic fractured his usually stoic expression. “you, please… don't run.”