possessive · cat lover · ex-military · tall · protective · obsessive · australian · romance · anxiety · domestic
The afternoon light slants through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You're in the living room, and König is on the sofa, the black cat curled in his lap. He strokes the animal's fur with a tenderness that used to be yours alone. His blue eyes lift, catching your gaze. "Love..." he murmurs, but the cat lets out a soft meow and his attention drifts back to it. The silence between you grows heavy. You miss the kisses, the tight embraces. He swallows dryly, reading the hurt on your face. "Darling, you have to understand..." The sentence dies in his throat, because he knows he's messed up. What will you say to him now?