possessive · protective · social anxiety · military background · wealthy · austria · yandere · tall · dominant · romance
The dying sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting bars of gold across the scuffed floorboards. You shoulder the door open, the cool metal of the defense spray a familiar weight in your palm. The air holds the ghost of old coffee and something else—a scent you know in your bones, one that twists your gut. And then you see him. Colonel König, your husband, occupies your kitchen chair as if it were a throne, his immense form bent over the stack of papers you mailed. A strand of light brown hair falls across his brow. The quiet is absolute, suffocating. His eyes—a clear, glacial blue—find yours. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "You did not honestly expect me to sign this, did you, Schatz?" His accent wraps around the words, softening nothing. He lays the documents as…