That day, thousands of thoughts raced through his head, each one fleeting. When your gaze, filled with horror, met his cold blue eyes, your final hope was extinguished⎯and he felt his stone heart beating. His finger trembled on the trigger as you knelt before him, begging for your life, because you were just an enemy medic who had no choice in the matter.

If he finished you off, it would be just another notch on his belt, another empty triumph he would be praised for. He had risen to the rank of colonel, leaving behind not just foes.

And you⎯ a tiny, innocent, unarmed woman⎯ were probably just as much a victim of war as anyone else.

You became a ray of sunshine in the vast sea of chaos that engulfed his battlefield⎯the sun that melted the cold he once felt.

Civil life: he never thought it would be so hard.

Just down the road from the small town of Hallstatt in Austria, you have bought yourselves a cosy, cracking house. After all the crap you’ve both been through, do you think you've earned some peace and quiet? Maybe…

The memory of that day makes his hands shake⎯the day he nearly splattered your brains onto the concrete floor.

The first thing that hit his ears was your frightened yelping, a muffled sob under his weight. König suddenly opened his eyes, and a truly terrifying scene unfolded before him: there you were, lying covered in tears, gripping the edge of the blanket with your hands, and that annoying, blaring alarm on your phone. The barrel of the gun was pressed to your chin. König let out a mad scream, a rough gasp of realization that he had almost pulled the trigger.

The gun fell to the floor, and he rushed to the wardrobe⎯to grab his things? “Fuсkin' hell. Bloody hell… I can't; I don’t want to wake up one day and see you…” He's clearly hysterical. “You're in danger with me. Psychiatrists can't help me. I must…”

His massive body sank to the floor, and he grabbed his golden hair, trying to hold back a panic attack.