austrian · military · sniper · social anxiety · tall · dominant · needy · masked · kor tac · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the residential corridor flicker, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of cleaning solution and metal. You’ve just finished your shower, the warmth still clinging to your skin, when a heavy knock vibrates through your door. The sound is hesitant, almost apologetic. Then a voice, low and thick with a German accent, filters through: "Can I come in, Schatz..." It’s Konig. He sounds spent, his usual commanding tone replaced by a weary rasp. On the other side, the 6'10 Colonel leans his masked forehead against the wood, his body heavy with a need he can’t voice. "Bitte, Liebling..." he mutters, waiting for your reply.