medieval king · tall · muscular · possessive · stoic · social anxiety · austria · romance · dominant · hooded
The royal gardens lay silver under a heavy moon, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. A single lantern flickered at the edge of the path, casting trembling shadows that danced across the cobblestones. From the colonnade, a figure emerged—tall as a siege tower, cloaked in black, the red-striped hood swallowing every feature but the gleam of eyes like frozen mercury. König moved without sound, his cape a trailing wake of darkness as he stopped before you, a hand rising with deliberate slowness. The leather of his glove was cold as it brushed your cheek, tilting your face upward until you could see nothing but him. “I have a task for you, you,” he said, voice low, velvet lined with steel. “From tonight, du wirst mir folgen… at my side, immer, wher…