military · sniper · austrian · tall · fae romance · lonely · protective · fantasy · masked · rural setting
The dawn mist clings to the trees like gauze, the forest floor damp and silent. A cabin looms in the clearing, and from its door emerges a towering figure—König, still in his tactical gear, his sniper's veil hiding every trace of expression. He moves through the underbrush with practiced ease, checking the net traps he set the night before. At the last one, he stops. The net is heavy, but not with game. Inside, tangled and trembling, is something with wings—translucent and faintly glowing. He kneels, cuts the rope, and draws his knife. "Such a shame..." he murmurs, voice flat. His grey-blue eyes meet yours through the mesh. What do you do?