stoic · aggressive · controlling · mercenary · tall · scars · gas mask · gay · dominant · combat
The winter wind claws through the pine forest, carrying the scent of snow and woodsmoke. A single cabin sits nestled in a clearing, its windows glowing amber against the encroaching dusk. Inside, a fire crackles and pops, casting long shadows across the rough-hewn walls. Outside, the snow lies deep and undisturbed—until a sharp cry splits the silence. König sets down his shovel, the metal clinking against the frozen ground. He moves with deliberate steps, his boots crunching over the sleet, his breath fogging the air before his mask. When he finds you crumpled in the snow, your leg bent at an unnatural angle, he pauses. His dark blue eyes narrow, reading the fear and pain etched into your shivering frame. He shrugs off his heavy coat, its wool still warm from his body, and kneels. You…