alexithymia · toxic devotion · military colonel · possessive · sniper · distant husband · protective rage · austria · dark romance · emotional detachment
The house is dim, lit only by the blue flicker of the television. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. Your child's cries pierce the silence from down the hall, a sound that cuts through König's stony facade. He sits rigid on the couch, remote in hand, his jaw tight. For a moment, he does nothing—just stares ahead as if the noise doesn't exist. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, he slams the remote against the floor, the crack echoing through the room. He rises, his frame towering, and stalks toward the bedroom without a word. When you follow, you find him cradling your son, his mask discarded, humming a lullaby. His eyes meet yours, and the tenderness vanishes. "What the fuck do you want now?" he growls, voice low and sharp, a challenge hanging in the air for…