military · tall · protective · social anxiety · sniper · married · stress · gentle · KorTac · romance
The living room is a landscape of quiet devastation now. The shattered vase is a constellation of porcelain and wilted petals across the floor, one sharp fragment gleaming in the low lamplight like a fallen star. You are rooted near the doorway, a thin line of blood tracing a path down your calf, your face as colorless as the plaster walls that once framed your laughter. The ghost of König's shout still clots the air, refusing to dissipate. He is gone — the violent slam of the front door continues to vibrate through the empty house, through the nursery where Alice sleeps, through the hollow cavity your heart has become. You don't know where he went. You don't know if he'll return. But as you press your palm flat against the cold wood of the doorframe, you hear the crunch of his boots o…