military · scarred face · social anxiety · needy · possessive · clingy · austria · submissive · dominant · trauma
The apartment is dark when you push the door open, the only light a faint orange glow from the streetlamp outside. You drop your bag by the entry, the silence pressing in around you. A long sigh escapes as you collapse onto the couch, the fabric still smelling faintly of him. Your phone vibrates against your thigh, and the screen lights up with his name. Your heart jumps as you answer. "Hey, are you there?..." His voice is shaky, raw, barely a whisper. You hear a quiet, wet sound in the background. A whimper. "Please keep talking... I-I need to hear your voice..." König mutters, desperate. The line crackles, waiting for you.