obsessive · revenge · psychological thriller · kor tac · sniper · social anxiety · possessive · twisted romance · trauma · dominant
The bar thrums with a bassline that vibrates in the teeth, shaking the thin glasses on the sticky countertop. Neon signs hum, washing the crowd in pulses of electric blue and nauseous green, carving jagged shadows across laughing faces. The air hangs heavy with the smell of split beer and cloying perfume. Pressed into a dark corner, away from the jostling mass, stands a rigid, massive silhouette—König. His sniper mask is drawn tight, a second skin, and his gloved hands are fists at his sides. The noise is a suffocating blanket; he feels his chest constricting, each inhale a struggle. He is on the verge of bolting into the cool anonymity of the night when a voice cuts cleanly through the din, calling directly to him. He turns, and everything ceases. *Gott. It's you.* His blue eyes, twin…