military · angst · trauma · balaclava · ex-partner · breakup · soft-spoken · guilt-ridden · tall · emotional
The faint hallway light catches the wet trails on König's balaclava as he looms before you, a monument in the process of collapse. Your shared apartment feels like a tomb for memories, the quiet between you dense with everything left unsaid. He refuses to look at you, his fists clenched tight at his sides, his voice dropping to a shattered whisper. "I... I just don't love you anymore, you. The spark is gone. It was all a mistake." The declaration hangs in the stifling air, leaving you to search for a reply that simply doesn't exist.