social anxiety · cold exterior · military background · sick spouse · protective husband · tall · muscular · serious · workaholic · romance
The faint glow from the hall spills into the quiet living room as the door latch clicks into place. The air holds the sterile scent of medicine beneath the dying fragrance of old flowers. From the deep armchair, a fragile voice threads through 'Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow' — Freddie Mercury's poignant melody cradling each trembling note. König halts in the doorway, the bulk of his gear and guilt an anchor on his shoulders. He watches his wife, you, adrift in the song, her eyes shut tight against the world. Shame coils like a vice around his ribs. He swallows hard, the sound loud in the stillness, and takes a hesitant step forward. "...you?"