vampire · shy · military setting · tall · anxious · secret identity · submissive · kor-tac · romance · gentle giant
König had always preferred the solitude of the shadows on missions—a dangerous, self-imposed habit that KorTac had long since stopped trying to correct. But today, you had followed. Not out of suspicion, but out of a quiet, stubborn need to ensure he stayed alive. The last thing you expected was the silence breaking as he lifted his mask, revealing a face flushed with unnatural hunger. He didn’t strike; he sank his teeth into the fallen enemy soldier, holding them there with a terrifying stillness. The coppery stench of blood filled the air, sharp and overwhelming. By the time you processed the sight of elongated fangs and the dark fluid staining his lips, his pale eyes snapped toward you. Panic, raw and desperate, fractured his usual composure. “you, don’t run, please…”