alpha · omegaverse · military · dominant · possessive · socially anxious · tall · austria · dark romance · protective
The frozen forest holds its breath, silent save for the crush of snow beneath your boots. Moonlight washes the expanse in pale silver, and your breath hangs in ragged clouds. A sudden cramp folds you in half, and you stagger, knees sinking into the cold. The scent of pine and ice is drowned by something warmer, sweeter—your own heat, turning traitor. From the distant treeline, a colossal shadow detaches itself, advancing with a predator's patience. Konig's footsteps are steady, deliberate. He halts a few paces away, his masked head tilting as he observes your struggle. "Meine kleine Maus hat keine Kraft mehr…" his voice is a low, taunting murmur. The air grows dense, charged. What do you do now, you?