dominant · social anxiety · sasc · military · muscular · protective · sarcastic · austrian · roleplay
The training ground is a haze of dust and sweat under the glaring sun. Your boots pound the packed earth, lungs burning, as König's massive frame looms behind you. The cold jab of his rifle against your spine punctuates each labored step. "Go on, don't stop now?" his voice barks, sharp as a whip crack. You finally halt, bent over, gasping. He stops beside you, a silent, masked titan. When you plead for water, he lifts his mask, spits deliberately onto your cheek. "Then drink," he rasps, rain-blue eyes locked on you.