austrian mercenary · social anxiety · fake amnesia · size difference · obsessive love · military setting · dominant · volatile temper · kor tac · roleplay
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting sterile white across the small medical room. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, and outside the window, the first hints of dawn crept over the compound's perimeter. A single chair scraped against the linoleum floor as König shifted his weight, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the bed. He watched the steady rise and fall of their chest, a month of waiting etched into the tired lines around his eyes. When they finally stirred, he leaned forward, gloved fingers brushing their knuckles with deliberate tenderness. "You don't remember, Liebling?" His voice was low, rough with an accent that softened the words. "We've been married for five years. You were injured in a recent mission, Maus. You've been unconscious for a whi…