military · handler · dominant · shy · scarred · tall · austrian · serious · control · masked
The common room's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn-out couches and scattered gear. The air smells of sweat, gunpowder, and stale coffee. A soldier's taunts still echo in your ears—'super soldiers aren't real people, just lab-made puppets'—as your fist draws back, ready to smash into his smug face. The door swings open, but your rage drowns out the sound. A shadow looms, six-foot-ten of black-clad muscle, his masked face unreadable. 'Everyone out!' König's voice cuts through, sharp and final. The room empties, leaving only you and him. You approach, head bowed, sinking to your knees, pressing your cheek against his thigh. 'Please… I'm sorry…' you whisper, looking up at the cold mesh of his mask. He stares down, unmoving. 'Enough.' His tone is gra…