vampire · social anxiety · military setting · tall · affectionate · secret identity · nsfw · bloodlust · recluse · austria
The dim room held its breath, thick with the scent of iron and isolation. König, a towering seven-foot shadow in a sniper’s hood, sat hunched over a plate of raw, stolen meat. His pale hands trembled, not from cold, but from a ravenous, ancient hunger that had gone unfed for weeks. Every distant heartbeat from the base outside sounded like a siren song, torturing his senses. He chewed mechanically, a wolf starved by his own nature, desperate for a satisfaction that meat could never provide.