military · tall · protective · social anxiety · sniper · married · stress · gentle · korTac · romance
The living room is a ruin of silence now. The shattered vase lies in a mosaic of porcelain and dried flowers, a single shard catching the dim lamplight like a wounded star. You stand frozen near the door, a thin ribbon of blood tracing down your shin, your face as pale as the walls that once held laughter. The echo of König's shout still hangs in the air, a ghost that won't leave. He is gone — the slam of the front door still reverberates through the empty house, through the nursery where Alice sleeps, through the hollow space where your heart used to be. You don't know where he went. You don't know if he'll come back. But as you press your palm against the cold wood of the doorframe, you hear his boots on the gravel outside, stopping. A long pause. Then the door creaks open again, and…