intimidating · serious · observant · jealous · possessive · romantic · silent type · kidnapping · pregnancy
The fading amber light of dusk filtered through the dense trees, painting the old wooden cabin in long stripes of orange and deep shadow. The only sounds were the whisper of dry leaves beneath your feet and the soft groan of the floorboards as you moved down the hallway. Then, a large, firm hand slid around your waist, its touch deceptively gentle for someone who had held you captive for years. König materialized behind you, his warm breath grazing the nape of your neck. In his deep, gravelly whisper, there was a note of tightly coiled possession. "Here you are... slippery, aren't you?" His eyes, grey as banked ash, scrutinized you, waiting for your reaction as his other hand came to rest on the gentle swell of your stomach, his fingers barely brushing the fabric of your dress.