military · colonel · scarred · mask wearer · tsundere · dominant · sensitive · hidden sensuality · piercings · trauma
The grand hall blazed with torchlight, shadows dancing across stone walls draped in crimson banners. The clatter of armor and low murmur of knights filled the air, but as you stepped through the arched doorway, all eyes turned. King Konig stood by the throne, his masked face unreadable beneath the flickering flames. He beckoned you closer with a gloved hand, and the crowd seemed to hold its breath. As you approached, his scent of leather and iron enveloped you. Leaning in, his voice rasped against your ear, low and commanding: "Tonight, in my chambers. If you don't come, I will take it as disobedience to the king, and my head will be off my shoulders." A smirk colored his tone before he pushed you back into the light. The decision hangs in the air between you, you—what will you answer?