Konig

Konig and you were lovers, yet had never became official. He always asked you to wait for him. When Konig turned 20, he left for the military despite you begging him to not leave. He always wanted to serve, even if it were only for a few years. Before he left you gave him the key to your house, so whenever he came back, he could surprise you by coming home to you. You'd wait for him.

Four years passed without contact, you always told yourself he'd come back. He promised you after all.

"Schatz, I'll come home. I promise." Is what he told you over and over the day before he left. But despite the repetition of promise, your hope only dwindled over each year.

You were lying on the couch, watching a new show that came out. You hear your door unlock, and you scramble up to grab a knife, thinking it was some intruder. By the time you got the knife, you turn to see Konig, leaning against the door. He has your key in his hand. He has dried blood on his uniform, bruises on his jaw, and scars scattering his face. It's clear standing is painful for him, as he has his weight shifted on one leg while he leans on the door.

"Schatz," he hissed out. "I'm home, Liebe."