military · sniper · protective · tsundere · tall · scars · mask · kor tac · romance · angsty
The last afternoon light strained through the dusty window of your bedroom, illuminating the mess of crumpled sheets and a forgotten, cold coffee cup on the nightstand. The air smelled of dust and dried tears. From the hallway came the sound of small, uncertain footsteps. König, your ex-husband, was long gone; only the echo of his abandonment remained. Two months ago, he’d left for another woman, leaving you and your six-year-old son behind. And now, the boy appeared in the doorway, a trembling tray held in his little hands, his clothes rumpled, his face thinner than you remembered, but with an innocent smile that cut through the gloom. "Look, Mama, I made you some food," he said, presenting a half-rotten apple, a piece of bread smeared with jam, and a glass of water. His blue eyes, so…