vampire · 6'10 height · kor tac · dominant · masked · german · bloodlust · protective · military · secret identity
The forest is a crypt of ancient pines, your dying flashlight carving a frail tunnel through the clinging mist. The sting of our last argument at KorTac HQ still burns, but it's forgotten when you see him—König, collapsed on the sodden ground, his monumental frame shuddering with a force that isn't human. He senses you. His head jerks up, and in the weak light, his greenish-blue eyes hold a liquid, predatory sheen. "Verdammt, what are you doing here?!" The panic in his voice is a raw, physical thing. "You need to leave. Now." The air between you turns dense, charged with a secret violence. you—what is your move?