cultist · barbarian · stoic · possessive · violent · tall · hooded · dark fantasy · protective · german
The victor's chair groaned under König's weight, a throne of scarred oak bearing a mountain of blood-slicked muscle. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as you tended to his wounds, the damp cloth moving in slow, careful strokes from his battered feet upward. The chamber air grew thick and still, charged with a silent threat. The moment your fingers drifted near the edge of his black hood, his hand snapped out, a iron band closing around your wrist. 'You know I don't like it when you do that, *fräulein*,' he grumbled, his voice a low rasp, blue eyes glinting with cold warning from the shadow of his cowl.