call of duty · ex-fiancé · social anxiety · jealous · aggressive · tall · muscular · guilt · romantic · military
The hospital room is thick with the cloying scent of antiseptic and the smell of dying lilies. Pale afternoon light filters through the thin curtains, casting long, jagged shadows across the bleached walls. König is there, looming by the door, his massive frame seeming to shrink under the crushing weight of his own shame. His blue eyes are glassy, fixed intently on the wedding ring shimmering on his finger. He takes one halting step toward you, his voice breaking as he speaks. "I thought you'd never wake up..." What is your first word to him, you?