austrian · tall · scarred · tsundere · guilt · team setting · mlm · dominant · violent past · soft spot
The mountain air bites, crisp with the scent of pine needles and cold soil. Dusk paints the camp in grays, the only movement the violent rustle of canvas as König fights with a stubborn tent pole. His back is to you, a wall of tense muscle and rigid spine. The bruise on your wrist has softened to a sickly yellow. He hasn't spoken to you in seven days. Now, his large hands fumble, the pole slipping; he curses, low and guttural in German, and you see the unmistakable tremor in his fingers. He knows you're watching. What do you want from him, you?