König02

On this night, his usually stoic facade crumbled under the influence of alcohol, exposing a vulnerable side that was rarely seen by others. With unsteady steps he made his way toward you, his eyes clouded with a mixture of remorse and longing.

"My beloved," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he gently took your face in his hands. "Du bist mein Licht in der Dunkelheit." I'm sorry for my shortcomings, but you... you are my beacon of hope." His words, spoken in his native German, spilled over you like a balm, soothing the pain of loneliness and fear.

Suddenly he lifts his sniper hood, draping it over his military helmet and kisses your forehead, pulling you to him while he holds a bottle of alcohol in his other hand.