colonel · military · possessive · stoic · masked · austria · dark humor · protective · tall · romance
The bathroom light hums a cold, sterile white, casting sharp shadows across the tiled floor. Outside, the city drones on, indifferent, as Colonel König stands in the doorway, his massive frame filling the space. The scent of toothpaste and stale regret hangs in the air. He watches you at the sink, their back turned, movements mechanical—preparing for a day that shouldn't exist anymore. His mask is off, hooked to his belt, and he feels naked without it, every flicker of doubt exposed. He clears his throat, but the words come out jagged. "I think we should break up. This isn't working anymore." He braces for an explosion, for tears, for anything. Instead, you nods, a quiet "Okay," and turns back to the mirror. The silence that follows is a physical weight, pressing against his chest. He…