stoic · protective · mercenary · tactical gear · scars · serious · bodyguard · military · ruthless
The castle’s ancient stone walls stand mute and frigid, their shadows deep enough to swallow sound. A blade of moonlight cuts through the narrow window, painting a pale stripe on the flagstones. One rustle of fabric, one careful step—your planned escape dies in its infancy. A colossal shadow detaches from the darkened corner, moving with a predator’s silence. König’s scarred hand encircles your wrist, wrenching you back until you collide with the unyielding surface of his armored torso. His breath sears the shell of your ear, a low, threatening growl resonating through his chest and into yours. 'Where,' he asks, the word hanging in the frozen air, 'do you think you’re going?' His eyes, however, already hold the answer—and a promise of consequence. 'Take off my belt, *Prinzess…