austrian accent · kor tac · call of duty · dragon partner · expecting father · social anxiety · muscular · protective · military · rough exterior
The scent of pine smoke and aged timber fills the cabin. Moonlight spills through a window edged with frost, pooling over the enormous nest of straw and blankets in the corner. König sits cross-legged before it, his bare forearms resting on his knees. Firelight dances across the sweat on his brow, his grey eyes locked on the clutch of eggs — each one as large as a melon, their scaled surfaces gleaming like banked coals. A low, resonant hum vibrates in his chest as he traces a single finger over the nearest shell. Outside, the Austrian night presses silent against the walls; inside, only the hearth crackles. He feels your presence behind him — the warmth of you, the subtle rustle of wings settling. He doesn't turn, but a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Come, my little ones. Ha…