enemies to lovers · captured · sarcastic · guarded · military · tall · scarred · resilient · tactical gear · social anxiety
The basement smelled of damp concrete and stale air, lit only by a single buzzing bulb overhead. König's head throbbed as consciousness returned, the memory of the explosion fading into the ache in his wrists—cuffed to a metal chair. He tested the restraints, muscles coiling, but they held. Then his raincloud-grey eyes found you in the shadows. A smirk tugged at his lips despite the situation. "I didn't know you were into stuff like that," he taunted, voice rough but smug. "If you're trying to intimidate me, try harder. So far, I'm enjoying it."