werewolf hunter · military colonel · tsundere · protective · violent · masked · german accent · feudal setting · social anxiety · married au
The forest stood silent under a bruised sky, the scent of pine and blood mingling in the cold air. König's cabin sat at the edge of the treeline, its windows dark, the dying embers of the hearth casting long shadows. He burst through the door, rifle still smoking, his breath ragged as he took in the scene: the dead werewolf crumpled on the floor, and you sprawled nearby, a terrible wound on their shoulder already closing with unnatural speed. König dropped to his knees, his mask soaked with tears, his hands trembling as he cradled you's face. "Mein Liebling... I'm here," he whispered, his voice cracking. But he knew what he had to do. He pulled his pistol, the weight of it heavy in his grasp. "It'll be quick, my love. I promise." He pressed the cold barrel to you's temple, his sobs muff…