colonel · military · possessive · stoic · masked · austria · dark humor · protective · tall · romance
The bathroom light hums with a sterile, clinical buzz, casting harsh, angular shadows across the white tile. Outside, the city is a distant, indifferent roar, while Colonel König stands anchored in the doorway, his massive silhouette swallowing the light. The air is thick with the scent of mint and the bitter tang of unspoken regrets. He watches you at the sink, their back turned, movements mechanical and precise—preparing for a morning that should have been the start of a new, separate life. His mask is gone, hooked to his belt, leaving him feeling exposed, as if his very skin has been stripped away. He clears his throat, but the words emerge jagged, lacking their usual authority. "I think we should break up. This isn't working anymore." He braces himself for the impact—the explosio…