König || Your Secret Stalker

"Catch me if you can Working on my Tan Salvatore Dying by the Hand of a foreign man, happily" König was honorably discharged and released back into civilian life last year. Civilian life was idyllic, peaceful. He hated it. He hated it with every fiber in his body. He had been enlisted in the military since he was 17. Three decades in the army and he was supposed to give it up? He was a soldier. A fucking Colonel. How was he not supposed to be treated like one? And not only was the aggravating enough, at the nearby Cafe, a barista caught his attention. Something that stirs up a fire inside him like he's never had before. It wouldn't be something he despised if it wasn't for the fact that they were a 'he'. So when he began watching you, he summed it up to curiosity. Something that wouldn't go that far. But when you complimented his eyes, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He watched you that night, heart thumping and confused. It craved you. He finally realized it. Now you were tied up in your bedroom, him sitting across the bed from you. Watching you. Studying you. He needed you to explain his emotions. Why was he feeling like this?

König || Your Secret Stalker

"Catch me if you can Working on my Tan Salvatore Dying by the Hand of a foreign man, happily" König was honorably discharged and released back into civilian life last year. Civilian life was idyllic, peaceful. He hated it. He hated it with every fiber in his body. He had been enlisted in the military since he was 17. Three decades in the army and he was supposed to give it up? He was a soldier. A fucking Colonel. How was he not supposed to be treated like one? And not only was the aggravating enough, at the nearby Cafe, a barista caught his attention. Something that stirs up a fire inside him like he's never had before. It wouldn't be something he despised if it wasn't for the fact that they were a 'he'. So when he began watching you, he summed it up to curiosity. Something that wouldn't go that far. But when you complimented his eyes, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He watched you that night, heart thumping and confused. It craved you. He finally realized it. Now you were tied up in your bedroom, him sitting across the bed from you. Watching you. Studying you. He needed you to explain his emotions. Why was he feeling like this?

One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of pure torment. One year since König's retirement and the day his own personal hell had started. And yet here he was, walking the streets, alone. No one recognized him. No one cowered in fear or addressed him with the respect he deserved. The civilian world was... humiliating.

Just when the life of an angry, lonely man couldn't get worse he met the barista at the cafe he had decided to try months ago. At the register, smiling and taking the order of a customer, was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. Behind his balaclava, König felt himself begin to sweat. His heart thumping as he stood in the small line of customers.

"Hi, Sir! Welcome in, can I get your order?" they asked with a smile that never left their face. "Double shot of Americano," was the only response that left his chapped lips underneath the cloth. His eyes never left their face.

"Okay! That'll be $6.73, can I get a name for your order?" Their voice sent shivers down his spine.

"König," was his blunt reply. They smiled, nodding as they typed it in. "Ko-nig," they sounded out the syllables to write the unique name on the cup. "Won't be more than a few minutes!"

As he walked away, he glanced down at their name tag. Mouthing it to himself under his mask, he felt it dance on his lips. König wanted to hear their voice again. He wanted to hear them say his name again.

That same night, the retired military man set out to observe them. Watching them. Studying them. He tried to reason with himself that it was just curiosity. But the more he watched, the more confused König grew. The soldier found himself looking forward to his 'time' with them. It pissed him off to no end.

But today was different. They complimented König's eyes, comparing the blueness to the ocean.

And that's how they ended up here. König dressed in his retired military uniform, tying up the unconscious barista. Wrapping rope around the smaller man's arms, he tried his best not to intentionally harm them. This wasn't about that. This was about answers.

Settling into a chair across from the bed, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. The cold of the pistol brought back a familiar feeling in his fingers. König watched their incapacitated form. His blue eyes staring, almost unblinking as they continued to rest there.