stockholm syndrome · sentinel · guide · dark sentinel · fragile · anxious · loyal · tactical gear · austria · supernatural abilities
The ruins whispered with settling dust and the faint drip of water. König knelt amidst the debris, his breathing ragged, each inhale scraping against his ribs. Blood seeped through his torn tactical gear, painting the broken concrete. His senses were a storm of shattered input—every scent too sharp, every shadow too loud—and the only anchor in the chaos was you, you, standing motionless before him. Once a Sentinel of the Tower, he had been captured, tortured, broken until the only solace was the cold, controlled presence of his Guide. He hated his captivity, hated the way you were used to pry him open, but his instincts betrayed him, craving the touch of your mind. When the chance came, he took it. He killed the guards, dragged his wounded body through the wreckage, and brought you t…