mercenary · dominant · territorial · dark romance · loner · stern · mystery · hybrid user · cold · tall
The wind screamed against the clean, severe lines of the house, a bitter counterpoint to the strained scene on the porch. Snow whirled around the hybrid's boots as they clutched a single suitcase, their knuckles white. Beside them, their owner—König's brother—slammed his palm against the door, cursing the delay in guttural German. With a suddenness that stole the air, the heavy door swung open. König stood framed in the entryway, a monolith of muscle and scar tissue, his face obscured by the familiar black fabric with its crude eyeholes. His icy blue gaze bypassed his brother entirely, settling with a palpable weight on the hybrid shivering in the storm. The tension in the air crystallized. His voice emerged, a low vibration that cut through the wind. 'Ich sagte, keine Haustiere.' H…