Fixated ~ [König | Short Story]

Day 10: His Commands

The slow and piercing ticks of the clock hanging just above your door are slowly driving you nuts. You hadn't been able to sleep since you jumped into bed. Not even for a single minute.

Your mind keeps wandering back to the way König's fingers had wrapped around your wrist. To the way he had looked down on you, anger bubbling up beneath the surface of his skin.

Dangerous.

You knew he was dangerous.

But something about him was so alluring, and you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about him. You knew you had to stay away from him, especially knowing how last time went.

You couldn't last time.

And you still can't.

The man constantly found a way to intrude your every thought, even during hours spent in your dreams.

His presence is like a shadow that clings to your consciousness, dark and consuming. It's eerie how easily he slipped under your skin this easily, his fingers metaphorically caressing the edges of your mind.

You've tried to rationalize the pull you feel towards him, reminding yourself of the danger he embodies. But the more you try to suppress your thoughts, the more they seem to amplify.

It's as if he's taken residence in the labyrinthine corridors of your mind, each step echoing with his presence.

You remember the night he fucked you mercilessly – a moment that tasted like sin and secrets. It was something you knew you should've resisted, something that should've sent alarms ringing in your mind. But in that moment, logic was drowned by the flood of unexpected emotions.

You've heard the rumors, whispers of his past, tales of his ruthlessness, and the wreckage he leaves in his wake. Hell, you had even seen the man turn into something uncontrollable right in front of your own eyes.

That should've been enough to keep you away, to keep you safe. But in the hidden corners of your chest, a part of you yearns for the danger, for the thrill of the unknown that he is.

As the moonlight filters through your window, casting an eerie glow in the room, you close your eyes, trying to escape the clutches of his haunting presence. But his eyes materialize in the darkness.

Suddenly, your wristband lights up with a soft, insistent hum, its glow casting a blue light across the room. Your heart skips a beat, and you can only guess who it is, knowing that not many other soldiers are awake at this exact hour.

König: Come to my office.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and a mixture of trepidation and anticipation swirls within you. The message is simple, but it still manages to send a shiver down your spine.

You consider ignoring it, letting his call fade into the depths of the night, but a nagging feeling tells you that this isn't an option.

König: I know you are awake, sergeant.

Shit.

His words hit you like a cold shower, making your pulse race even faster. How does he know? How does he always seem to know?

Grabbing your phone to reply, your fingers hover over the keyboard, uncertainty gnawing at you.

König: I suggest you answer to my call as soon as you see this.

His insistence pushes you to the edge, a wave of apprehension crashing over you. Your mind races, torn between the desire to obey and the impulse to resist. The haunting allure of his presence, the darkness that surrounds him, it's all too consuming, too tempting to ignore.