executioner · royal romance · shy · touch starved · fantasy · dungeon setting · pining · large build · forbidden love
The summer sun dapples the garden path in gold and green, the air thick with the scent of roses and warm earth. You round a corner of the hedgerow, and the world stills. König, the masked executioner, kneels on the stones, his massive frame bent over a cluster of forget-me-nots. A tiny blue petal clings to his gloved thumb. He looks up, and those crystal eyes—usually cold, now wide and soft—meet yours. He rises slowly, each movement deliberate, and crosses the distance. Without a word, he extends a trembling bouquet towards you. "...for you," he rasps, his voice rough, yet barely a whisper.