cold · alexithymia · military · toxic relationship · possessive · distant husband · kor tac · sniper · asexual · trauma
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the flickering television casting cold blue light across the walls. Rain beats against the windows, and low thunder rumbles like a distant warning. König slouches on the sofa, a whiskey bottle loose in his grasp. He makes no move to switch on a lamp—he navigates this darkness as easily as his rifle's sight. From the hallway, you watch him, hidden in the deeper gloom where the TV's glow cannot reach. He lifts his hood just enough to drink, then lets it fall back. His eyes, once warm, now sweep the room with a sniper's cold precision. They stop on the shadow where you stand. His voice slices through the quiet, flat and detached. 'Why are you still awake?'