a wounded king & his angel || könig

v - fallen kingdom

author's note: don't get attached to anyone.

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The alarm went off horribly loud the next morning. My memory was hazy and I didn't remember anything of the night before until I attempted to roll over.
A pair of large arms stopped me and pulled me close to them.

Who the-?

"Dont leave yet, Engel."

Oh.

Him.

I rolled over in his grasp and turned towards the newly awakened man. "Please don't leave yet," He mumbled again with a voice threaded in sleep. I raised my hand to cup his cheek without thinking.

I nearly forgot how beautiful he was.

He leaned into my touch and hummed contently. He thumb gently rubbed over his sharp cheekbones, carefully going over a scar that jutted across the skin.

"You should really show your face more," I commented absentmindedly to which he lightly scoffed at. "Yeah? Why's that, Liebling?"

"Because you're beautiful," I stated simply causing a pink dust to appear on his cheeks. He pressed our foreheads together bringing his lips tantalizing close to mine. "Du bist zu lieb zu mir..." He then slightly pulled away and kissed my forehead. "Zu süß." He muttered pressing a kiss to my one cheek than the other. "Du lässt mich erröten." He pressed a peck to tip of my nose. "Meine Liebling." Finally he kissed my lips making me melt into him.

I would do anything to wake up like this every morning...

But unfortunately the day goes on.

Once parted I wriggled my way from his grasp and got out of the bed. König watched intently, taking the sight of me in nothing but a shirt. "Beautiful." He commented to which I scoffed at. "Shut it. I'm a wreck."

"Ah. My fault."

My face heated up at this, my mind flooded with the thoughts of last night and this was only strengthened when I faced the mirror. From my collarbones to right under my jaw, bruises and love bites were peppered.

"Jesus Christ," I hissed while gingerly touching all the marks. I did my normal routine for the morning plus a generous amount of concealer to attempt to cover what I could.

I stepped out of the bathroom now looking slightly less wrecked and went to the closet. I chose my work clothes plus a turtleneck. "It's hot again today and you're wearing a turtleneck?" König questioned from his spot in the bed. "Well, I can't have others seeing your marks." König paused. "Why not? People and know I owned you last night?" Now it was my turn to pause.

This little fucker.

"It's not professional, love." He simply hummed and shuffled in the bed while I clothed. Once ready for the day, König finally took the hint to get ready himself and he hurriedly dressed so we could leave together.

He walked me from my room to the Medbay. When we reached the doorway, he captured me in a tight embrace. I wasn't sure what it meant, but it cause a pit in my stomach to form. He left before I could ask any questions and I was left to pretend it never happened.

I sighed loudly catching the attention of my associate who hurried over wanting be relieved of the job. He briefed me on the patients currently in the beds. One was a stab wound. One was a gunshot wound. The last was a burn. I looked over the names on the clipboard he gave me.

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alejandro Vargas