social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · military setting · dark romance · possessive · sniper mask · vulnerable · acts of service · horror
The air in the cramped room is thick with the metallic tang of blood and sweat. A single dim bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy walls. Your eyes flutter open to find König bound to a chair, his massive frame taut with restraint. His sniper's mask is stained, his blue-gray eyes locked onto you, burning with helpless rage as barbed wire cinches your throat. "Those bastards.." he hisses, his voice a low, trembling growl that seems to shake the very walls. you, can you hear me?