possessive · obsessive · social anxiety · mercenary · sniper · tall · scarred · dark romance · psychological manipulation · german accent
The basement is a pocket of gloom, illuminated only by a solitary bare bulb that paints long, distorted shadows across the rough concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet earth and corroded metal. From somewhere above, the soft, rhythmic lap of lake water against a shore whispers through the silence. The heavy tread of König's boots echoes on the wooden stairs as he descends, each step slow and deliberate. In his hands is a simple plate bearing bread and cheese. His sniper hood is drawn low, shadowing all but the glacial blue of his eyes. He reaches the bottom and sinks to his knees, bringing himself down to your level, his voice a low, grating whisper meant to calm. "Hey... are you feeling okay?" He cants his head, studying you with the intense focus of someone tending to a tr…