obsessive · revenge · psychological thriller · kor tac · sniper · social anxiety · possessive · twisted romance · trauma · dominant
The bar throbs with a bassline that rattles the cheap glasses on the counter. Neon signs buzz in shades of electric blue and sickly green, casting erratic shadows across a sea of laughing, shouting bodies. The air is thick with spilled beer and cheap perfume. In a dark corner, away from the press of the crowd, a massive figure stands rigid—König. His sniper mask is pulled taut over his face, gloved hands clenched at his sides. The noise is a physical weight, and he can feel his chest tightening, each breath a battle. Just as he decides to flee into the night, a voice cuts through the chaos, calling out to him. He turns, and the world stops. *Gott. It's you.* His blue eyes, visible slits of ice beneath the fabric, fix on your face. A lifetime of gray memories floods back—the jeers, th…