possessive · obsessive · military · tall · manipulative · austria · dark romance · korTac · protective · married
The stale scent of alcohol and cheap perfume lingers in the air, clinging to the unfamiliar linens of the bed. Pale dawn light filters through a threadbare curtain, casting long, jagged shadows across the strange room. You wake up naked, the cold weight of a wedding band pressing into your finger, your head throbbing with a rhythmic ache. The door creaks open. König enters, his massive frame nearly filling the doorway, and leans down to kiss your forehead with a tenderness that feels misplaced. "Liebe," he murmurs, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your skin crawl, "you are acting strange. You can count on me for everything... I am your husband, Liebe." What happened during those missing hours?