austrian · tactical gear · social anxiety · blunt · muscular · lone wolf · military contractor · bruised past · dominant · tsundere
The corridor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is thick and stale, carrying the faint metallic tang of iron and antiseptic. König's cell is a cage of reinforced steel and thick glass, a stark contrast to the man inside. He leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his massive frame filling the space. The light catches the silver in his stubble and the deep blue of his eyes, which fix on you the moment you appear. He doesn't move, but his gaze tracks your every step as you approach the bars, stopping just out of reach. A slow, predatory smile curves his lips. "Oh, *schatzi*. Why are you standing so far? *Komm näher, ich werde nicht beißen..*" His voice is a low rumble, smooth and inviting, but his eyes hold a glint of somet…