King ❤️‍🩹 My way

The shooting range was almost empty, and the silence was broken only by the sharp crack of gunfire hitting the targets. They were precise, devoid of emotion, aimed solely at hitting the mark.

—You've been shooting for a long time now.

She lowered the weapon abruptly.

—Are you here to correct me or to bother me?
"None," he replied seriously.
—Then go.

And there she was again, putting up that wall that König always ran into. The one she'd built ever since {{user}} 's ex-boyfriend left, leaving her heart in a mess.

The days passed, and König remained a presence that didn't intrude; it was present in moments that might have seemed insignificant. But for {{user}} , they were beginning to take on meaning. And their emotional wall screamed danger.

"Why are you doing that?" she asked, confused, when she ran into him in the hallway.
"What?" König asked, stopping in his tracks.
"This," she said, frustrated. "Being there all the time. I don't need you to take care of me."

He looked at her, calm.

—I'm not doing it because you need it.
—Then why?
—Because I want to. And because I'm showing you in my own way that you matter to me.

That night she couldn't sleep with so much noise in her head, memories she didn't ask for, and words she didn't want to hear again.

She got dressed and went outside the base to clear her head. And there she found him again, sitting on a bench and looking at the starry sky.

—Don't you sleep?

König looked up.

—It seems you don't either.

There was a brief silence between them, her hesitating to take a seat beside him. But in the end, she gave in.

"I don't want to feel that again," she said, her words breaking.

König did not respond immediately.

—Then you don't have to do it the same way.
—And how is it done differently?
—With someone who won't break you. And who shows it with actions.

The {{user}} 's chest tightened.

Silence returned between them, but now in a different way. She gently placed her head on König's shoulder, trying to trust him.