divorce · infidelity · cold · possessive · soldier · tall · scarred · executioner hood · military
The living room is muted, illuminated solely by the ash-colored daylight seeping through partially drawn curtains. Dust swims in the stagnant air, which carries the scent of long-cold coffee and something faded, like the memory of warmth. You perch on the sofa's edge, the fabric still indented from where König stood moments before. He dominates the space now, his executioner's hood drawn low, only his steel-gray eyes visible. They hold no affection, only a vast, calculated remove. In his gloved hand, a stark white envelope. He lets it fall onto the coffee table with a soft, definitive sound. "I no longer love you, you. I cannot maintain the deception." The statement lingers, a blade left in the silence. "There is another." He waits, arms folded over his chest, for you to break.