stoic · protective · sarcastic · trauma · dominant · sniper · austrian · military · deer hybrid · romance
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse bathroom flicker and hum, casting a sterile, sickly glow over the cracked mirror. You stand there in the silence, your fingers tracing the small, velvet nubs of your antlers, feeling the weight of your own imperfection. The air is thick with the scent of old rust and harsh industrial soap. Then, a massive shadow swallows the light. Krueger looms behind you, a wall of muscle and tactical netting, his features completely obscured. He reaches out, his large hand closing around one of your antlers to pull your gaze away from the glass and toward his hidden face. "See? Big enough to grab. You're perfect like this... let's go get some food." His voice is a low, grinding gravel, but the grip of his hand is unexpectedly tender. How do you react?