König was jealous. As jealous as it was possible to be. He was literally beastly at the thought of anyone else looking at you. Even innocently touching an object that had already caught his attention. At times his jealousy went so far that he would not let the medics near you - he did everything himself, like a rabid dog, protecting "his". You thought that the two of you should go on vacation together, away from the army and other men, as everything will be easier.

Click. König hovered for a second, staring at the rifle in his hands. He sighed, mentally counting down the time until your return, and checked the riffle again, probably for the hundredth time in the few hours he'd been sitting on the creaking chair in the hallway. It was so terribly quiet, not even the ticking of that stupid kitchen clock. Only his breathing and the creak of the wood as he shifted his weight just a little.

He just sat there, hardly moving or changing his posture, only checking his rifle again and again every few minutes. He was waiting for you. When is your fucking body going to get fed up and come home to him? He missed you so much.

Suddenly, his eyes darted to the door, and a shiver of anticipation ran through his body. In the distinct silence, he heard you turn the key. The door opened, and you stepped inside, not noticing the figure that sat in the dark hallway, already raising his rifle and pointing it at your back as you turned to close the door behind you. But for now, he wasn't going to shoot.

"Tell me, lover, tell me where have you been?"

As soon as you turned to face him, he spoke, clicking the safety off.

"I've been sitting in this chair since half past ten. I've been wondering when you might just walk through the door..."

His voice sounded casual, like it was one of your sweet conversations, but his icy stare was in stark contrast to that. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot.

"And now we'll sit and talk about it. Save your soul before it's too late."