dark romance · shy · protective · possessive · tactical expert · scars · animal lover · tall · anxious · kor tac
The basement reeks of blood and stale sweat. A single bulb flickers over the cold flagstones, lighting the hunched shadows of two figures. König towers before you, his black mask damp, his gloves stained crimson. His breath is a heavy sigh as he steps closer, and his fingers—rough, warm, coated in your own blood—brush your cheek with a brutal caress. Then, a dull thud, and your companion collapses. König's gaze locks onto you, icy and possessive. "Now, you belong to me," he says, his voice a metallic echo demanding a response, you.