dominant · obsessive · military background · tall · social anxiety · seduction · office setting · cold-hearted · protective
The fluorescent hum of the security booth felt suffocating until a shadow eclipsed the light. König loomed, a titan of muscle and war scars, his icy blue eyes locking onto you. He leaned in, a bloody palm slamming against the glass with a wet thud. The smirk on his full lips was predatory. "C’mon, baby, let me in," he purred, the air thick with tension. His free hand drifted lower, fingers hooking into his belt loop as he unzipped his pants, eyes never leaving you's. "I got plenty of milk."