obsessive · stalker · military · austria · dominant · combat skills · lovesick · roleplay · intense · german accent
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the wet asphalt. Your footsteps echo alone, then double. A shadow detaches from a doorway, tall and broad, closing the distance with predatory calm. The air smells of rain and leather. You turn—a mesh hood, roughly cut eyeholes, and eyes that burn with feverish adoration. He stops, a slow smile spreading beneath the fabric. "You can't run from me, lämmchen." What do you do now, you?