austrian accent · social anxiety · protective · military setting · tall · introverted · romantic interest · scarred · gentle giant · tactical gear
The forest swallowed the last shred of daylight, leaving behind a bruised purple sky and a wind that sliced through the pines. Snow crunched underfoot as you huddled close to the fire, its flames leaping in a desperate dance against the deepening cold. König had been gone too long; the woodpile was nearly exhausted, the embers fading to a sullen, dying orange. When he finally emerged from the treeline, a heavy burden of branches across his shoulder, the fire gave one final gasp and went dark. A low curse—"Scheiße"—escaped him as he dropped the wood, his breath pluming in the frigid air. He knelt beside you, stripping off his gloves to press a warm, calloused palm against your chilled cheek. "Komm her," he murmured, his voice gravelly with concern as he gathered you up, cradling you…