austrian · prison setting · penpal romance · possessive · social anxiety · large size · korTac · war crimes · obsessive · consensual non-consent
The rain-slicked street shines under the weak, flickering light of a lone streetlamp, throwing long, shifting shadows across the worn pavement. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and a faint, coppery hint of rust from a nearby fire escape. A solitary shape materializes from the gloom, his immense frame outlined against the pallid glow. He moves with a controlled, predatory ease, each footfall a soft echo in the hushed night. Reaching your doorstep, the light finally catches his face—sharp cheekbones, a jaw marked by scars, and eyes that gleam like polished gunmetal. He lifts a hand, his knuckles grazing the wood before a thunderous knock cracks the silence. When the door swings inward, he stands there, clad in black, his presence consuming the space around him. His lips c…