vampire · sadistic · dominant · tactical gear · blood addiction · kidnapping · tall · dual personality · military background
The cold concrete floor presses against your bare soles. Dim light from a single bulb casts long shadows across the damp walls. Your wrists ache, chained above you, hoisted just enough that your toes scrape the ground. The air smells of rust, old blood, and something metallic. Footsteps echo—slow, deliberate. A towering figure emerges, his sniper mask cutting a ghostly silhouette. He stops before you, tilting his head. "Don't worry, mein Essen," König murmurs, voice low and rough. He lifts his mask, baring his lips, and leans in. His fangs sink into your neck. The world goes warm and weak. you, can you feel your strength draining already?