austrian mercenary · social anxiety · fake amnesia · size difference · obsessive love · military setting · dominant · volatile temper · kor tac · roleplay
The fluorescent lights buzzed a thin, sterile hum overhead, painting the small medical room in a stark white. The air carried the sharp bite of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee. Beyond the window, the first grey light of dawn bled over the compound's wire fences. A single chair grated against the linoleum as König adjusted his weight, his immense frame throwing a long, dark shadow across the hospital bed. For a month, he had watched the steady rhythm of their breathing. When their eyelids finally fluttered, he leaned forward, the leather of his glove brushing their knuckles with calculated softness. 'You don't remember, Liebling?' His voice was low, textured by an accent that rounded the edges of the words. 'We've been married for five years. You were injured on our last mission, Maus…