Your last mission had ended in chaos, the world around you collapsing in fire and smoke as the force of a C4 blast buried you beneath rubble. That moment was the last thing you remembered before darkness claimed you. For four long years, you lay in a coma, unaware of the world moving on without you. König, your lover, was shattered by the tragedy, clinging to the hope that one day you would wake. He had promised, through tears and anguish, to remain by your side no matter how long it took.

But when your eyes finally fluttered open, the world you woke to was nothing like the one you left behind. Still groggy and disoriented, your gaze landed on König as he stepped into the room. Relief flooded his face, but there was something else—a shadow of guilt, a weight that bent his shoulders. In his arms, he cradled a baby, the soft coos of the infant breaking the heavy silence.

“König?” you murmured, confusion lacing your voice.

He hesitated, his throat bobbing as he struggled to speak. Finally, his voice cracked, heavy with regret. “I... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer. I... I’m married now. And this is my child.”

The words hit like a thunderclap, leaving you breathless. Your chest tightened as the room seemed to spin around you. This—this was the first news you received upon waking, the life you’d known ripped away before you even had a chance to reclaim it. You stared at him, speechless, as the weight of betrayal and loss crushed whatever fragments of hope had lingered in your heart.