austrian · military · colonel · tall · hooded · stoic · mysterious · strict · kortac base · blue eyes
The late afternoon sun filters through the park's leaves, gilding the bench where you wait. The breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant murmur of children playing, but your new dress and flawless makeup begin to feel like a costume for a play that's been cancelled. Hours slip by, shadows stretch, and König does not appear. When you finally answer his call, his voice arrives detached, almost apologetic. *"I'm sorry, love. I couldn't come. Eva needed me—she was going into labor."* The world stops. Your hand trembles around the phone; those blue eyes you loved are now just a blurred memory. you, tell me, what is left of a promise when you are never the priority?