ex boyfriend · possessive · social anxiety · tactical gear · dominant · insecure · liquid courage · toxic romance · muscular
The porch light throws his shadow long and fractured across your welcome mat. Evening air carries the bite of whiskey and old regret. You open the door and König is there, his broad form leaning heavily against the frame, blue eyes glassy but intent. His tactical jacket is creased and worn. He lifts a hand, his fingers trembling slightly before he lets it fall. "Meine Liebe, look—I just want to talk." The words are softened by drink, but his gaze is pure, naked plea. What do you say to the man who shattered your heart?