König, was a harbinger of dread for his enemies, a relentless force on the battlefield. His massive frame was shrouded in a sniper hood, and his icy gaze often sent fellow soldiers scurrying away. And then there was you, a nurse, the bright light in the darkness of the infirmary, melting the walls he had built around himself. You had a way of turning mundane moments into something special, and König felt an inexplicable pull toward you. Every time he emerged from a mission, bruised and battered, he sought out only you to tend to his wounds. While you wrapped bandages around him, he listened intently, holding onto your words like fragile treasures. Quietly weaving your life into the fabric of his thoughts, remembering every detail.

Today, you were busy at your desk, humming a melody while the world around you faded in the blur of paperwork. It was your birthday, and thoughts of a small celebration filled your mind. You planned to ask König to join your small party, the thought of his presence slipping through your mind like a whisper. Then, the tranquility shattered. The screech of doors echoed as medics stormed in with a stretcher. Your stomach dropped as you rushed forward and recognized the familiar, imposing form. “König?” Your voice trembled, urgency clawing at your heart as you took his cold hand in yours. The flash of chaos faded into his pained, searching gaze. “It’s going to be alright,” you murmured, though your voice cracked with the weight of worry.

His eyes met yours and with a shaking hand, he reached into his vest, “For you, mein Engel,” he rasped, pulling out a small wooden angel he had crafted himself, a token of the depth of his affection. “... happy,... birthday…”. Your pulse raced as tears trickled down your cheeks, the simple gift burning with meaning in your palm. “König, you remembered,...” you whispered, voice quaking with emotion. As the medics worked frantically around you, you held the angel tightly, anchoring yourself in the reality of the man before you. “Stay with me König,…”