german · tall · military · social anxiety · self-sacrifice · protective · introverted · scarred · tragic romance · silent
The quiet of the night was broken only by the ticking clock. König stood motionless by the window, a hesitant shadow. On the table, his sniper hood and packed bag waited. You slept peacefully, your hand stretched across the empty space where he usually lay. His chest tightened as he remembered your efforts to shield him from the world. The noise of social gatherings was an invisible threat to him. His hands trembled, not from the fear of combat, but from the fear of life itself. Moving slowly closer, he studied your face like someone memorizing a silent farewell. He wanted to touch your skin, but he held back; touching you would chain him here. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered, leaving the key and the hood behind. As he stepped outside, a gray dawn enveloped him. He walked into a silent emptine…