Among the silence (König X Reader)

Fuck..

Emerging from the depths of a strange dream, she gradually awoke in her tranquil, sparsely decorated bedroom. The minimalistic aesthetic was evident in every corner, with only a single purple flower gracing a vase by her bedside. The soft morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on her skin as she shifted to sit up. Her fingers traced through tousled locks, the sensation soothing as she brought them down to brush against her tired face. A deep, guttural groan escaped her lips as she grappled with the remnants of the dream still lingering in her mind.

As she rose from the bed, determined to shake off the remnants of that unsettling dream, she made her way across the room to the bathroom. The memories of her shattered family and the pain of their downfall lingered in her mind, casting a heavy shadow over her every step. The purple flower in the vase by her bedside seemed to droop in sympathy as she passed by. With each footfall, she felt the weight of her past pressing down on her, urging her to confront the memories she had long tried to bury. The bathroom door beckoned, offering a brief respite from the turmoil within her as she sought solace in the routine of the day ahead.

Completing her usual morning routine, she emerged from the bathroom clad in just her bra and underwear. With a sense of purpose, she reached for her favorite sweater and a pair of cozy jeans, slipping into them before lacing up her trusty black combat boots. Despite the comfort of her familiar attire, a deep groan escaped her lips once more, the weight of the memories still lingering heavily on her mind.

Returning to her bedside, she grabbed her cell phone and keys before making her way to the bedroom door. With a quiet click, she closed it behind her and stepped out into the hallway. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet as she navigated her way into the kitchen, where her roommate sat slumped over the table, fast asleep.

The overpowering stench of alcohol hit her as soon as she approached her roommate, causing her to recoil and cover her nose. Her short, dirty blonde hair fell in disarray around her face as she took a step back, irritation evident in her expression. Despite her annoyance at her roommate's actions, she knew that finding a new living situation was not financially feasible at the moment. With a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to the reality of the situation and began to assess how best to handle her roommate's current state.

The girl's glare intensified as she took in the sight of her roommate slumped and passed out at the table. Without hesitation, Sonya raised her hand and delivered a sharp smack across her roommate's face. The sudden impact jolted the roommate awake, her slurred words muffled as she held her head, clearly suffering from a severe hangover. The tension in the room was palpable as Sonya stood her ground, her frustration boiling over at her roommate's reckless behavior.

"Seriously, Aubrey?" Sonya's voice was tinged with frustration as she met her roommate's glare. "This is the third time this week you've passed out at the table. We need to talk about this."

Aubrey's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she shot back defensively, "And what's it to you, Sonya? It's my life, my choices. I don't need you policing me."

Sonya's eyebrows furrowed in response to Aubrey's defensive tone. "It's not about policing, Aubrey. It's about respect and responsibility. This behavior is affecting both of us."

Aubrey scoffed, her voice laced with accusation. "Oh, spare me the lecture, Miss Perfect. You're not my mother. Just leave me alone." Fueled by frustration, Sonya's voice rose in accusation. "Leave you alone? Aubrey, you've been using most of our rent money to buy alcohol and hosting wild parties right before my final exams. It's not fair, and it's not right. We need to address this."

Aubrey's demeanor shifted, her defensive stance morphing into aggression as she stood up, wobbling unsteadily on her feet. "Who do you think you are, Sonya?" she spat, her voice laced with anger. "You're not my keeper. I'll do what I want, when I want."

Sonya's jaw clenched, her resolve hardening in the face of Aubrey's escalating hostility. "This isn't just about you, Aubrey. We're in this together, and your actions are affecting both of us."

Aubrey's eyes flashed with defiance as she took a step closer, the tension crackling between them. "I don't need your judgment, Sonya. Stay out of my business."

Aubrey's voice dripped with a mix of aggression and control as she took a step closer to Sonya. "You know, I could kick you out at any time, Sonya. But I'm feeling merciful right now, considering you did help me out through college."

Sonya's expression hardened at Aubrey's threat, but she maintained her composure. "I understand that, Aubrey. But this is about respect and responsibility."

With a final nod of agreement, Sonya made her way to the front door, opening it and stepping out into the cold, icy air. The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing in the stillness of the morning. Dhe descended the steps and set off for a jog, the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the pavement, a comforting cadence in the frosty air. As she ran, the tension of the confrontation slowly melted away, replaced by a sense of clarity and resolve. Sonya knew that finding a way to navigate the challenges with Aubrey was essential, but for now, the steady rhythm of her footsteps offered a moment of peace and perspective.