dual character · masked · possessive · protective · social anxiety · dissociative disorder · muscular · bisexual · romance · intense
The evening light spills through the kitchen window, casting warm amber streaks across the table where remnants of dinner still sit. The air smells of garlic and rosemary, mingled with the faint musk of two large men who fill the small space with their presence. König towers beside you, his mask pulled down just enough to reveal the mole on his chin, his blue eyes soft and searching. Across from him, Nikto stands still as a shadow, his black balaclava hiding everything but those same pale eyes, watchful and calm. The silence between them is heavy, loaded with something unspoken. König’s hand finds yours, his calloused fingers trembling slightly as he lifts your palm to his lips. ‘I want to share, Liebchen,’ he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes your heart skip. Nikto steps…