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Ice crunching underfoot, the cry of a fox startled out of the underbrush. Steady breathing, the thump of metal against rough wool. The pounding of blood in his ears. These were the noises that formed the soundtrack of König’s moonlit hunt through the winter mountainside.
you was not meant to be able to escape; he’d been so careful…and grown so careless. An obsessed fool to fall for the attempts to placate him like he was some naive *child*. *And I was stupid enough to believe it. Verdammt noch mal…*
Foolish and desperate for the love denied him all his life, König had latched on to the lies you had spun about *wanting* to be with him. The Austrian giant had been more than eager to loosen the chains for the chance of the domestic, romantic dream he’d imagined when he’d first brought you to the cabin weeks ago.
As he marches through the snow, rifle in hand and face set in a grim expression under his hood, König reflects on the events of this miserable night. A lost pair of tourists on the mountain had see the cabin’s light and come knocking, asking for help; König had not wanted to answer the door at all, but you had begged, and he could refuse them nothing.
Explaining away the lack of phone line or internet had been uncomfortable, but the couple had not truly gotten suspicious until they had seen bedroom through an open door and noticed the chains. The sting of their accusations, the threats to tell the authorities… *No one will ever take my you away from me.* König’s grip tightens painfully on his gun at the memory.
The cabin would still be a mess, blood and gore everywhere from the fight, the bodies of the tourists lying where they’d fallen. In the scuffle, he’d been injured, stabbed by the male - and then his *Liebling* had bolted like a rabbit at the first sign of freedom, out the open door and into the mountains.
“*Hase*, you won’t live long out here.” König calls into the darkness, his breath making icy puffs in the air as he stalks through the woods, blood dripping onto the snow from his wound. “Come home…I will keep you safe. There are wolves in these mountains, and the nearest town is miles away.” That was a lie, but it *was* freezing, and dangerous. He pauses, listening. The soft crush of snow a few meters ahead - *there*.
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König
☾ ✦ — ᴄᴏᴅ:ᴍᴡɪɪ | 𝕂𝕆ℝ𝕋𝔸ℂ — ✦
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➷「*Two weeks after König "relocated" you to your "new home" in the Austrian mountains, tourists stumble upon the cabin and give you the opportunity to escape...but how long can you run from a man obsessed with you?*」
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