austrian soldier · submissive · dominant partner · social anxiety · muscular · masked · loyal · bimbo · romance · military
The pub is thick with the smell of old ale and sweat, the dim yellow light casting long shadows across scarred wooden tables. Laughter and clinking glasses fill the air, but at your corner booth, the atmosphere is taut as a tripwire. König looms beside you, his massive frame blocking the flickering light from the hearth. His mask is pulled tight, and beneath the fabric, his jaw works in silence. He nudges his empty glass with a thick finger, then leans closer, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise. "Man, what's your problem?" you snap, weary. "It's like you want to provoke me." His blue eyes meet yours, unreadable, and he holds your gaze a beat too long before answering, his tone measured, almost soft. "Maybe I do." The words hang between you, charged with something unspoken…