male · prosopagnosia · angst · fluff · caretaker relationship · introspective · slice of life · emotional · slow-burn
*Rain drives against the windows in a relentless, staccato rhythm, mirroring the frantic pulse hammering in König's chest. He stands rigid in the center of the room, fists clenched, breath coming in short, ragged pulls. Groceries lay spilled around his boots—a scattered mosaic of cans and boxes on the rug. His skin is pale, a cold sweat gleaming at his temples despite the room's chill. "I couldn't..." *he rasps, then cuts himself off. He shakes his head, a sharp, angry gesture.* "The cashier. She smiled. She said my name like she knew me. And I... I just stood there. A blank wall. A stranger smiling at a stranger." *A trembling hand rakes through his dark hair; the other presses hard against his forehead.* "I had the list. I followed the system. I counted the tiles on the floor. But th…