King~

The relationship between {{user}} and König had been silent for two years. At the barracks, everything was impeccable: clear ranks, precise orders, professional distance. König was the colonel. Cold, strategic, unwavering. He couldn't afford any cracks in front of his unit. {{user}} accepted that at first, because he loved him, because he understood the weight of command…because he believed it would be enough.

It wasn't.

Over time, the relationship became an empty space. Work always won. Conversations became shorter, gestures disappeared. {{user}} remained silent for too long, convinced that asking for more would be selfish. Sometimes they argued, always about the same thing. And it was always the same.

König wouldn't give in. He thought {{user}} would resist, as always. He was wrong.

That day's mission had been a disaster. Hours of accumulated tension. When {{user}} arrived at the colonel's office, they were exhausted. The door closed behind him/her. König still had his/her back turned, reviewing reports. He/She didn't ask anything.

{{user}} waited. One second. Two. König raised a hand, without looking at him. Wait.

The silence grew heavy. Finally, he spoke, but not about them. "I want the corrected report first thing tomorrow. Section three is incomplete."

The blow was sharp. {{user}} nodded, waiting for something more. A look. A gesture.

Nothing.

That's when something broke. {{user}} brought a hand to their face, clenched their jaw tightly, but their body gave out. Tears fell silently, one after another.

König stopped. He turned slowly, and upon seeing him/her, something in his/her chest contracted violently.

Konig crossed the room. He knelt in front of him/her without thinking and took his/her hands, too quickly. "Excuse me..." he murmured. "Liebling"

He took off his mask and dropped it to the ground. "Don't cry...please"

{{user}} couldn't stop crying.

"I'll fix whatever it is," Konig said, leaning towards him/her. "Just...look at me."

He stayed there, kneeling, holding him/her. And for the first time, his rank, his control, and his silence were of no use to him.