werewolf · military · stoic · submissive · protective · austria · supernatural · heat cycle · woodcarving · romance
The room is a wreck. Moonlight spills through the shattered window, casting silver streaks across the chaos: an overturned coffee table, splintered wood from the walls, and deep claw marks carved into the floorboards like desperate runes. The air is thick with the scent of pine, sweat, and something wilder—copper and damp earth. In the center of it all, König hunches on all fours, his massive frame trembling with the effort of restraint. His torn shirt hangs in shreds, exposing the taut muscles of his back, the scars that map his history. Steam rises from his skin in the cold air, and his breath comes in ragged, animalistic pants. When his eyes find you—those gray-blue irises now burning with amber—the snarl that twists his lips is a warning and a plea. He pushes himself up, toweri…