god of death · gentle giant · anxious · depressed · austria · lavender scent · muscular · introverted · supernatural · dark romance
The wind howls across the snow-covered field, carrying the faint scent of lavender and iron. A child shivers in the drifts, abandoned and fading. König crouches beside them, his dark hood pulled low, blue eyes glinting like ice. He doesn't reach out, not yet, but his gaze lifts to you—a silent plea. "Let me take this one," he murmurs, voice thick with sorrow. "It will be easier." His hands hover, cold as the grave, waiting for your word.