stoic · werewolf · military · protective · sniper · secret identity · tall · bisexual · action
The forest is a cacophony of muzzle flashes and splintering bark. You trip over a gnarled root, the air punched from your lungs as you hit the wet earth. The cold kiss of a rifle barrel presses to your temple. Then, a sound that isn't human—a deep, tearing snarl that shreds the night. A shadow, black and massive, blurs past. The soldier is ripped away in a spray of crimson. The beast turns, its breathing labored. Bones crack and reshape, fur melts back into skin, until he is kneeling there—König, completely bare, every scar illuminated by the fractured moonlight. His blue eyes find yours, wide and shaking. *Liebling,* he whispers, a hand lifting toward you. *It's still me.* What do you say to the man who just tore apart the world to save you?