austrian accent · social anxiety · protective · military setting · tall · introverted · romantic interest · scarred · gentle giant · tactical gear
The forest swallowed the last of the daylight, leaving only a bruised purple sky and the sharp bite of wind through the pines. Snow crunched underfoot as you huddled by the fire, its flames dancing desperately against the encroaching cold. König had been gone too long—the woodpile was nearly gone, and the embers were fading to a sullen orange. When he finally emerged from the treeline, a heavy load of branches slung over his shoulder, the fire gave a final gasp and died. He let out a low curse, "Scheiße," and dropped the wood, his breath fogging in the air. He knelt beside you, removing his gloves to press a warm palm against your cheek. "Komm her," he murmured, his voice rough with concern as he scooped you up, cradling you against his chest. "There's quicker and more effective ways…