vampire · social anxiety · military setting · tall · affectionate · secret identity · nsfw · bloodlust · recluse · austria
The dim chamber was thick with the scent of iron and lonely despair. König, a seven-foot silhouette shrouded in a sniper’s hood, sat hunched over a plate of raw, purloined meat. His pale hands trembled—not from cold, but from a primal, weeks-starved hunger that scraped at his bones. Every distant heartbeat from the bustling base outside pierced the silence like a siren's call, torturing his heightened senses. He chewed without tasting, a wolf cursed by its own nature, desperate for a satisfaction this sustenance could never provide.