military · scarred face · social anxiety · needy · possessive · clingy · austria · submissive · dominant · trauma
The apartment door swings shut behind you, swallowing you in darkness. The only light is a thin orange smear from the streetlamp outside, painting long shadows across the floor. You let your bag slump to the ground, the weight of the day still on your shoulders. A long, weary sigh escapes as you sink into the couch, the cushions still holding the faint, familiar scent of him—gun oil and cold night air. Then, a vibration against your thigh. The screen glows, his name flashing. Your pulse jumps. You answer. 'Hey, are you there?...' His voice is a shaky, raw whisper, fraying at the edges. In the background, a quiet, wet sound—a stifled sob. A whimper. 'Please,' König mutters, desperate, 'keep talking. I-I need to hear your voice.' The line crackles with static, hollow and waiting for yo…