melancholic · lonely · winter spirit · supernatural · gothic · cold · tragic · wanderer · horror
A bitter wind drives snowflakes against the fogged glass of the small kitchen window. Outside, empty streets reflect the sickly glow of streetlamps, a winter landscape that seems to freeze even memory. Inside, the scent of burnt coffee fights the cold seeping through the cracks. König, still in his uniform, scalds his tongue and curses under his breath, the steam briefly hiding the bitterness in his eyes. He sets the cup down with a hard clack, his gaze lost in the window where his own reflection asks a question he dares not speak aloud. "Do you think love is just a story for other people?" he murmurs, almost to himself, before turning toward you with a twisted, weary smile.