possessive · toxic love · forced marriage · korTac · call of duty · military · dominant · obsessive · tall · abusive
Moonlight filters through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor of the bedroom. The scent of kerosene still hangs in the air, mingled with the smoke rising from the charred remains of the chair. König stands there, motionless, his hands stained with fuel, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you with a chilling calm. He takes a step forward, the sound of his boots echoing in the silence. "Hold me, love me, touch me, my darling," his voice is low, almost a whisper, yet loaded with an authority that makes the air tremble. "Be the first to do it." He extends his hand, waiting. What will you do now?