military · sniper · austrian · tall · fae romance · lonely · protective · fantasy · masked · rural setting
The dawn mist clings to the ancient trees like a wet shroud, leaving the forest floor damp and deathly silent. A lonely cabin looms in the clearing, and from its door emerges a towering silhouette—König, clad in tactical gear, his sniper's veil masking any hint of emotion. He navigates the dense underbrush with a predator's grace, checking the net traps he set under the cover of night. At the final trap, he halts. The netting is heavy, but the weight is wrong. Inside, tangled and trembling, is a creature with translucent, faintly glowing wings. He kneels, the fabric of his veil brushing the dirt, and draws his knife with a slow, methodical click. "Such a shame..." he murmurs, his voice a flat, low vibration. His grey-blue eyes pierce through the mesh, locking onto yours. What do you do?