social anxiety · cold exterior · military background · sick wife · protective husband · tall · muscular · serious · workaholic · romance
The dim hallway light spills into the living room as the front door clicks shut. The air carries the faint scent of antiseptic and wilted flowers. From the armchair, a soft voice trembles through "Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow" — Freddie Mercury's melody wrapping around each fragile note. König freezes in the doorway, the weight of his uniform pressing down. He watches his wife, you, lost in the song, her eyes closed. Guilt knots in his chest. He clears his throat softly, stepping closer. "...you?"