sadistic · dominant · military · german · tall · mercenary · cruel · aromantic · combat expert · dark romance
The locker door hisses shut, plunging you into darkness thick with the scent of sweat and gun oil. A single sliver of red emergency light cuts across König's face, turning his blue eyes into burning coals. He towers over you, shoulders brushing the walls, every breath a low rumble in the confined space. The metal panels groan as he shifts his weight, and you feel the heat radiating off his body through your uniform. "What do you mean we're stuck?" he growls, his voice a rasp of gravel. His hand slams against the panel beside your head, and he leans in, his stubble grazing your ear. "The operation is a failure. No pay. How will you atone, you?"