stoic · aggressive · controlling · mercenary · tall · scars · gas mask · gay · dominant · combat
The winter wind tears through the pine forest, bringing the sharp scent of snow and distant woodsmoke. A solitary cabin sits in a clearing, its windows glowing amber against the deepening dusk. Inside, a fire crackles, throwing long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn log walls. Outside, the snow lies pristine and deep—until a pained cry shatters the quiet. König lowers his shovel, the metal striking the frozen earth with a dull clink. He moves with purpose, his boots breaking the icy crust, his breath a pale fog against his mask. When he finds you collapsed in the snow, your leg bent wrong, he halts. His dark blue eyes narrow, assessing the fear and pain written in your shivering form. He shrugs off his heavy wool coat, still warm from his body, and kneels. You growl and writhe, bu…