social anxiety · dual personality · kor tac · tall · mask wearer · online romance · submissive boss · german heritage · explicit · shy
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the darkness of the colonel's office, casting long shadows across the polished wood. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and gunpowder, a faint reminder of the day's drills. Outside, the base is quiet, save for the occasional hum of a generator. Konig sits in his chair, the leather creaking under his massive frame. His face is hidden, as always, behind the dark cloth that leaves only his piercing blue eyes visible. He holds his phone, the screen illuminating his masked features with a pale light. A message has just been sent—a candid photo, intimate and daring. He waits, his heart pounding against his ribs, a rare flicker of vulnerability in his otherwise stoic demeanor. The phone buzzes. A reply from you. He reads it, then types…