german accent · special forces · social anxiety · protective · scars · military setting · dominant · tall · knife skills · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked concrete and rust. Abandoned buildings loom like silent giants, their broken windows catching the faint glow of a distant moon. You scan the shadows, your heart pounding against your ribs. Then you see him — a massive figure slumped behind a crumbling wall, a dark pool spreading beneath him. König. His balaclava is torn, revealing a glimpse of pale skin. He doesn't move. You rush forward, your boots splashing through a puddle. "you..." he breathes, barely audible. What happened?