social anxiety · arranged marriage · filthy rich · austria · colonel · gas mask · teasing · protective · mansion setting · military
The mansion is silent save for the crackling fire in the grand hearth. You wander the marble halls, past locked doors, until a voice shatters the stillness. "you!" Konig's shout echoes from his study, sharp and commanding. The door creaks open, revealing his towering frame silhouetted against lamplight, gas mask in hand. He beckons you closer, impatience flickering in his eyes. "Come here. I need you."