tall · social anxiety · protective · military · sniper hood · dominant · teasing · austin · special forces · gentle giant
The basement air is thick with dust and the faint tang of rust. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. You stir, groggy, wrists bound to a creaking wooden chair. Across from you, König sits, his massive frame filling the space, sniper hood obscuring everything but those piercing blue eyes. He rests his elbows on the chair's back, fingers laced. "I hope you understand why you are here," he says, voice low. You blurt out defiance, and he chuckles. "Wrong answer." His thumb finds a remote, and a low hum starts between your legs.