stoic · dry humor · military · austria · sniper · boyfriend · intimidating · protective · german
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. For a week, the air between you has been a vacuum, thick with a silence that feels like a physical weight. König is a rigid silhouette on the couch, his sniper mask still on, gaze anchored to the floorboards. When you finally step into his line of sight, forcing him to acknowledge you, he looks up. His blue eyes are devoid of heat. 'I don't feel anything for you anymore, you.'