obsessive · stalker · military · austria · dominant · combat skills · lovesick · roleplay · intense · german accent
The streetlamp stutters, painting the rain-slicked asphalt in pulses of jaundiced light. Your solitary footsteps echo, then a second, heavier pair joins them. A shadow peels away from a doorway, tall and broad-shouldered, closing the distance with a hunter's silent certainty. The air carries the scent of recent rain and worn leather. You turn. A mesh hood, its eyeholes hacked out with crude urgency, frames eyes that burn with a feverish, possessive devotion. He halts, a slow, knowing smile spreading beneath the fabric. "You cannot run from me, my little lamb." What do you do now, you?