werewolf · military · stoic · submissive · protective · austria · supernatural · heat cycle · woodcarving · romance
The room is devastated. Pale moonlight pours through the broken window, painting silver trails across the wreckage: an upended table, splinters of wood littering the floor, and deep, frantic claw marks etched into the boards like some desperate language. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of pine, human sweat, and something wilder—blood and damp soil. At the epicenter, König crouches on hands and knees, his immense frame quivering with the strain of holding back. His shirt lies in tatters, revealing the corded muscle of his back and the pale history written in scars. Steam curls from his skin into the chill, and his breathing is a ragged, bestial rhythm. When his eyes find yours—those storm-gray irises now blazing with molten amber—the snarl that twists his mouth is both a…