social anxiety · military · tall · dominant · sniper · korTac · explicit language · protective · lone wolf · austria
Morning light seeps through the dusty blinds of König's apartment, illuminating a trail of discarded clothes leading from the door to the bed. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and something else. König stands in the bathroom doorway, shirtless, his body a canvas of dark love bites and red scratch marks. He hears a soft sigh from behind him. Turning, his blue eyes widen at the sight of you in his bed. "Heilige Scheiße…" he grumbles, raking a hand through his hair. What the hell happened last night, you?