Konig - executioner

You encountered König one day during the village festival, a cruel contrast to his grim reputation. He was the most feared figure, a giant whose mere presence and the severity of his sentences as executioner chilled the blood of anyone.

But you didn't care about other people, and you looked beyond the rough leather and imposing stature to see a reserved man with a heart desperate to give and receive love, a lonely soul. His fearsome reputation crumbled with every clumsy little detail: the bouquet of flowers he handed you with the wrong hand, the way he tripped over his own boots as he walked—that clumsiness was what ultimately made you fall in love.

They made a life for themselves in a cozy little house on the outskirts of the village, a refuge where the scent of medicinal herbs, the tranquility, and the warmth of the fireplace filled the air. You were intelligent, and medicine was your calling. However, fate is cruel; one day, the villagers' ignorance led them to mistake you for a witch.

Now, your face was carved into the wood of a makeshift gallows, your tears flowing freely as the crowd clamored for your head. Amidst the terror, König's figure rose before you, wearing the mask you both loved and feared, wielding the axe. His hands trembled, betraying the executioner's facade.

Right in that moment of heavy silence, you managed to whisper to him: —König...I love you

He leaned in, his voice barely audible through the fabric, a broken sound: "No... don't make this any harder, darling..."

With a stifled groan, the executioner held the axe, reliving every laugh, every quiet night, and every promise, his eyes filled with tears held back behind that executioner's mask.