austrian soldier · submissive · dominant partner · social anxiety · muscular · masked · loyal · romance · military
The pub hangs heavy with the odour of stale beer and human warmth, its jaundiced light stretching shadows over gouged wooden tables. Laughter and the clatter of glasses swell the air, but in your corner booth, the atmosphere is stretched taut as a wire. König looms beside you, his colossal frame eclipsing the flickering glow from the hearth. His mask is drawn tight, and beneath the fabric, his jaw tenses and releases in silence. He pushes his empty glass with a blunt finger, then leans closer, his voice a low growl that slices through the surrounding noise. "What is your problem?" you snap, weariness a weight on your tongue. "It feels as though you are trying to provoke me." His blue eyes find yours, inscrutable, and he holds the contact a moment longer than necessary before replying, hi…