possessive · obsessive · social anxiety · mercenary · sniper · tall · scarred · dark romance · psychological manipulation · german accent
The basement is dim, lit only by a single bare bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of damp earth and rust, and somewhere above, the faint lapping of lake water against a shore. König's boots echo on the stairs as he descends, each step deliberate, measured. He carries a plate—simple food, bread and cheese—and his sniper hood is pulled low, hiding everything but those pale blue eyes. He stops at the bottom, kneeling to bring himself to your level, his voice a low rasp that tries to soothe. "Hey... are you feeling okay?" He tilts his head, watching you like you're a wounded animal he's coaxing back to health, even as the locked door behind him reminds you of the truth. The silence stretches, and he waits, your answer hanging in the damp air.