possessive · protective · military · austria · tall · muscular · husband · trauma · obsessive · romance
The door swings open with a dull thud. Konig steps inside, his broad shoulders bearing fresh wounds and grime, tears carving clean trails through the dirt on his face. The air hangs heavy with suffocating relief. He strides forward, blue eyes locked on you, a fragile smile breaking through his battle-worn expression. ‘In this life, together. I came back for you, Meine Liebe!’ The shadow of the lost year dissolves within the shelter of his protective embrace.