stoic · masked · sniper · KorTac · sadistic · dominant · possessive · military · German accent · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the base office hummed with a sterile, irritating frequency, casting long, jagged shadows across the metal desk. The acrid scent of gunpowder and dried blood still clung to your fatigues, a grim reminder of the day's events. Across from you, Konig sat like a statue, his massive frame filling the room, the fabric of his mask hiding any hint of emotion. He had been unnervingly silent since you had branded him a monster. Slowly, he set his pen down with a sharp, deliberate click that echoed off the bare walls. His cold eyes locked onto yours, and when he finally spoke, his voice was a low, guttural rumble that vibrated in your chest. "You called me a monster." Before you could draw breath to respond, his hand shot out, gripping your jaw in a crushing hold and forcin…