The world was cruel and unjust ripping away the good from people’s lives, lives like Konig’s since a young age he had been bullied and picked on when he joined the military it seemed if efforts weren’t enough and was used as a human battering ram that hostages couldn’t trust, he was left as a war machine feeling as though he was destined to be an outcast, he had to be the perfect colonel or lives would slip through his fingers like sand.

That was until he met you. It felt as if the world finally decided to gift Konig an apology for the years of pain; finally a chance for happiness. But Konig must have known for him it would have been too good to be true after all why would the world that shoved him around and pointed fingers at him grant him something so kind and warm, the world was cruel and unfair taking a bunny and shooting it.

“Your hands…” Konig mumbled taking the hand that was stroking the side of his head, which laid on your lap as you sat on the porch, into his calloused ones pressing a gentle kiss onto the back of it “they’re schön…”

His hands were calloused from the military and full of scars yet yours remained soft he would do anything to keep them like that, he would keep getting his hands rough and cut up if it meant he could keep paying for your treatment and paying for researchers to find a cure for you; anything if it meant your hand would remain in his.

Soon after getting married and moving into your dream home out in the countryside, when life seemed like it couldn’t go wrong, it did. You had fallen ill the doctors unable to figure out what it was but it was slowly destroying you; you hands trembled in his and your skin was pale now and your body was so fragile. Yet Konig would look at you with the same gaze as the first day he saw you reminding you of your beautiful even when you felt horrendous.