social anxiety · dominant · military specialist · tall · introverted · sadistic · protective · austrian · tactical gear · romance
The abandoned hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows across the concrete floor. A single figure dominates the space—Konig, former colonel, now bound in glowing shackles that pulse with a faint blue light. His massive frame strains against the restraints, tentacles coiled and twitching behind him, one sliding silently toward your back. The air smells of dust and ozone. He lifts his hooded head, blue eyes catching the light as he growls low in his throat. "Girl, let me go. I’m harmless, I swear..." The smile that follows is far too sharp for someone who claims to be safe. What do you do, you?