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“So, that big guy… He’s quite the scary one, ain’t he?”
You turned your head as you were nudged in the side gently, your hand pausing its movement of bringing your plastic spoon to your lips. The cheap noodle that hung loosely on your spoon nearly fell back down into the package you held as you scrunch your nose up a bit at his words, eyes squinted as you watched that goofy smile never disappear from his lips.
You were tired of the small talk- it was all this mission had been. You and a team were led out into the middle of God knows where to track down God knows who, just to get caught at another dead end. This was the fourth attempt at trying to even get close to the new up and coming terrorist, yet once again, he slipped right through your grasp. First in Uzbekistan, and most recently, in Germany. This man was jumping all across the world it seemed, evading KorTac at every turn.
It almost made you feel like a failure. Sure, while capturing the terrorist wasn’t solely your responsibility, it was still your job. You had been on every team sent out to scout and bring him back, every team that had failed on this very task. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t your fault, it was still your job. You had failed, and now you were saddled with the responsibility of failing again.
“What big guy?” You asked half heartedly, only entertaining your teammates' conversation for the sake of not making this last night off base tense or cold. Then again, you didn’t have to hide how tired you were, how defeated you felt- the entire team was in the same boat. The only thing all of you wanted was to bring the target to justice.
“König, of course. Who else?” Your teammate dug into his own MRE as he spoke. The mention of König made you feel almost homesick in a way. He hadn’t come with you the past few little excursions over the last three weeks, but you could still see him so clearly when you closed your eyes, as if you saw him just moments before- towering over you, that cowl over his head terrifying to everyone but you. With hooded emerald eyes and hidden features, he stood out from the rest of the team, but in a good way.
You missed him. Missed his shitty jokes, his annoying jabs to get your attention, the way his eyes lit up any time you simply smiled at something he said.
Why did you miss him so fucking much?
“He isn’t scary,” You said through a mouthful of noodles. “He’s just like you and I. The only difference is that he wears a mask.”
“Yeah. Wears a mask, glares at everyone, tall as a damn giraffe. Hard to imagine there’s any form of a softie beneath there.”
You couldn’t help but squint over to him, your spoon long forgotten and now sitting in your package of food. “Have you ever tried to talk to him? How would you know whether he’s soft or not?”
The Sergeant beside you seemed a bit taken aback by your question, his eyes moving from yours to look towards his dinner. “No, I haven’t. Suppose you’re right…”
“Look, of course he’s scary. He has to be in this line of work,” You told the man beside you, moving to clean up the bits of your unfinished MRE to stuff them all in the same little trash bag. “And that’s why we like him.”
You stood from your folded out chair, eyes never once returning to the sergeant that had begun the conversation. You wore your emotions on your sleeves, your annoyance obvious to every single person in the camp, even the people that hadn’t heard the conversation.
“Try actually conversing with your fellow contractors before coming to a conclusion like that, sergeant. We’re all meant to be friends, here,” You told him, effectively ending the conversation as you retreated to your own tent for some much needed privacy.
The sergeant's words annoyed you more than they should have. You were used to dealing with seeing the strange looks that König got when his back was turned, but since word had begun to spread of the two person team the both of you had become, people began to come to you just to talk about him. It was like the others were trying to find out about König through you, too scared to talk to him for themselves.
While there were no secrets aside from the obvious, it still shouldn’t be your job to tell everyone what you’ve learned about König. What, just because you were “brave” enough to create a connection with the masked man meant that you were going to share every detail about him? You didn’t become his friend as some sort of challenge or dare, you became his friend because you two were teammates, because he was a damn person. It’s like everyone else is treating him like some sort of sideshow attraction or wild animal, trying to learn as much as they can before they even attempt to get close.
Perhaps that’s what annoyed you the most- The mask and distance was a reaction to the way people had treated König in the first place. He wore it as he was backed into a corner, the cloth helping König feel a bit more secure in himself, and rather than respecting that, people treat him like some sort of dangerous animal they’ve never seen before.
He was still a person.
Luckily for you, the idle conversation and humid weather wasn’t something you had to endure for too much longer. By 3 the next morning, you and your exhausted team were back on base, defeat filling the cabin of the chopper the six of you sat in. It was a quiet flight back home, none of the others particularly wanting to waste any of their remaining energy, and you never being one for small talk in the first place. Your head was swimming with annoyance, with anger, with a strange form of homesickness. There was too much on your mind for you to want to speak to anyone other than König.
You watched as a handful of people on the ground moved out of the way for the helicopter to land, the base rather quiet and calm around this time. Good, you thought to yourself. Less things standing in the way of bedtime.
However, something caught your eye rather quickly. A tall, dark mass standing just outside the landing zone, a familiar striped hood turned up to look at the aircraft as it landed. While you were excited to see König even from up in the chopper, you were a bit confused. It was unbelievably late- was he just waiting for your team to return? Had he already been busy with something?
Regardless of what he could possibly have been doing up at this hour, seeing him eased your mind at least slightly. You were the first off the chopper, your bag slung over your shoulder as your feet hit the ground with heavy steps, luckily inaudible beneath the whirling of the aircraft’s blades.
Your eyes locking with him as you walked towards the barracks was a silent command for him to come along beside you, König’s long legs quickly carrying him to your side. Even with his face hidden, excitement radiated from him, shining out from his eyes as he looked down to you.
“How are you?” He asked you as he walked by your side, even offering to take your bag, which you refused. “Any injuries, any pain?”
“I’m fine, Bear,” You told him as you shook your head. It always amazed you how different he acted compared to when you first met him. However, your short answer made him tilt his head a bit.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” You sighed softly, looking down at the digital watch on your wrist. “It’s late, König. I’m fine, honest. Just very tired. Why are you awake?”
“Heard you guys were coming home tonight,” He said, holding open the door to the barracks enough for you to slip inside. Such a gentleman. “Wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“What, don’t trust me to take care of myself?” You smirked up to him, a teasing tone lacing through your words and warming his heart. You caught a glimpse of him rolling his eyes.
“Oh yeah, was honestly expecting to be carrying you in a few pieces. Thought I might have to take up sewing so I could put you back together~”
That made you laugh a bit, almost forgetting just how tired you were, how annoyed you were at failing once again. König had a knack for saying the right things at the right time, having spent enough time with you that he had figured out the best ways to push your buttons. It was nice to have someone around to help cheer you up, to help you feel like not everything was an annoyance.
“You’re funny, honey,” You scoffed softly at your own little rhyme. When you turned down the hall to head towards your own room, König quickly stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion, almost hidden by the headband across your forehead.
“You seem tired. Really tired. My bed is more comfortable~”
His blatant flirting almost made you laugh a bit, loving his confidence, the way his eyes squint a bit as he smiles beneath his mask. No matter how tempting his offer was, however, you shouldn’t make it a habit of sharing a bed with your teammate.
“I shouldn’t,” You told him, much to his dismay. His shoulders slumped just slightly. “Never know if anyone may come looking for me before tomorrow, and I doubt them finding me in someone else's bed would be a great thing.”
“You break my heart…” He grumbled to you, earning himself another one of your precious laughs. “First, you leave me here while you go out and perform superhero duties, then you won’t even let me sleep in the same room as you?”
“Jesus, König,” You laughed softly, letting him follow you to the door of your private quarters. You dropped your bag beside the door before turning to him again, your arms crossed over your stomach so you could get a good look at the puppy that trailed your every step. While you knew he was joking, there was a hint of sincerity beneath the humor, proven by the way his eyes looked into yours, begging for you to change your mind. “Tomorrow, okay? Unless you’re busy.”
“Promise?” He hummed softly, reaching a hand out to take hold of one of yours. It was hilarious how large his hand was compared to yours, large fingers playing with yours, simply aching to make any contact with you. You let him play with your fingers, finding it heartwarming, having missed him so dearly. It was nice to see that your feelings seemed to be reciprocated.
“I promise, Bear,” You told him, lifting his hand with your own to press a kiss to the back of his knuckles. You could practically feel him blush beneath the cowl, eyes sparkling as they moved between your lips and where they connected with his hand. “You can annoy me all you want tomorrow. If you’re lucky, maybe we can even spar~ I’ve got a lot of pent up energy and annoyance that I need to get out.”
“Planning to use me as a punching bag, already?” König asked with an obvious smile hidden beneath that mask. You rolled your eyes, returning the smile as you bid him goodnight, quietly slipping into your room.
You listened to his footsteps disappear down the hall outside your door, almost immediately regretting refusing his offer of sleeping in his bed. The moment he left, that strange form of homesickness returned to pester you in the back of your mind. You closed your eyes, forced the thoughts and feelings from your mind, making your way across your room like the exhausted drone you were to get ready for bed. Before you knew it, you'd already fallen into the sweet-smelling depths of your soft bed, mentally checking off another day.
As much as you wished to return to the field and finish the mission you had been given, you were thankful to have a day off. You were exhausted, both mentally and physically, desperate for some sort of rest. And luckily, you knew the perfect place to get some much needed rest.
You nearly dragged your feet as you made your way around your private quarters, tugging on a pair of loose black pants, pulling a dark t-shirt over your head, and of course, slipping a headband onto your forehead. You had no desire to get incredibly dressed up- if you needed to, you could always run back to your room and grab your vest. What was the worst that could happen while you were on base- you’d get body slammed by König? A vest would hardly help you in that situation.
While you had only been to König’s room once or twice, walking your route to get to his room felt like second nature. Your knock against his door was met with silence- there wasn’t even light coming from the crack beneath his door. Was he not there? What would he have even been doing…?
As you raised your hand to knock once more, the doorknob began to turn, the door opening enough for an eye to be seen through the crack. The sight of you immediately made König open the door further, letting you be met with the masked man, shirtless, much to your pleasure, It made you smile slyly.
“What a great view~” You teased him softly, earning a roll of his eyes as he stepped aside to let you in. Regardless of his annoyed actions, you knew he was more than happy to have you here with him. “Am I interrupting?”
“Was just going to shower,” He said softly, closing the door behind you as you made your way inside.
His room was somehow messy while being tidy. An organized mess. Nearly every surface of his room was cluttered with something- his dresser had an assortment of masks and various different colored helmets, most likely for the different environments he would get deployed to.
His nightstand had a lamp alongside some worn books, the covers faded from being held so often. It was cute in a way- you didn’t quite fancy him for such a reader. He had never mentioned it before.
His desk was an organized mountain of papers and a torn apart pistol, the mask he had been wearing just moments prior lazily laid across the top. When you picked it up to feel the soft fabric, you uncovered a small stack of journals, the top most journal less worn than the two beneath it. They caught your eye for a moment, before you returned your attention to the mask in your hands, running your fingers across the fabric.
“This one needs to be washed,” You made conversation with König as he made his way about his room, gathering a few things to prepare himself for his shower. He glanced over to you with those pretty green eyes, his expression much more soft than you would think with how tense he was outside the walls of either yours or his bedroom. “Y’got bloodstains still on this one.”
The shirtless giant made his way over towards you, watching as you unfolded the mask to get a better look at it. To your surprise, the more it unraveled, the more the shape of a T-shirt became obvious. For some reason, you had always envisioned it as simply a circular or square piece of fabric. The old shirt confused you a bit.
“It’s a shirt?” You asked, your eyes trailing from the mask in your hand and up his bare abdomen, looking across the ridges of his muscles before finally making eye contact with him.
“They all are,” König nodded softly. “The arm holes make it easy for the straps of the helmets, you know?”
“That makes so much sense. Don’t know why I didn’t think of that…”
“Callin’ me a genius?” He asked, a small smile appearing across his scarred lips. Your own lips mirrored his, a smile growing across your face as you tossed the mask into his bare chest. He caught it as it slid down his skin.
“I’m calling you something, dunno about a genius, though. You still struggle with math sometimes.”
Your playful teasing got a small growl from the smiling man, large arms grabbing you and putting you in a loose headlock, König so tall that it was rather easy to do without genuinely restraining you. Your laughs as you jabbed him in his side made his heart sing, König leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head before letting you wiggle away from him.
“These are your journals?” You asked him as you returned his attention to his desk, König glancing down at them before nodding, returning to busying himself. “May I look in them? You mentioned art, I’ve been dying to see it.”
König thought for a moment, making you want to apologize for even asking, but before you could, he surprisingly nodded. “Go ahead. Surprised you’d rather look at them then shower with me.”
“You stink too much~” You smiled slyly over to him, earning a dismissive wave as he disappeared into the bathroom, the warm light from inside disappearing as the door shut.
You sat at his desk, scooting the chair in so you could get comfortable tucked beneath his desk. You laid each journal beside the other, lining them up to get a look at them. The oldest looking one actually happened to be a small sketchbook, which you decided to take a hold of first, leaving the other two notebooks alone for the time being.
Your fingers moved across the pages as you flipped through them gently, careful as to never damage a single thing. The talent you saw inside was beyond what you had originally imagined. Some were in pencil, some were in pen, all of them nearing realism.
There were animals, plants with names written beside him that you assumed he had seen in his travels, and people. By God, the portraits he had sketched were incredible. Some pages were full of sketches of specific people with different expressions, jokes written besides their names, other pages were filled with sketches that you weren’t sure if they were based on people in his life or not.
He also seemed to have an affinity for drawing cats, which you found yourself smiling at. Fluffy cats, angry cats, kittens- He had mentioned before that while he loved all animals, he loved cats the most in terms of domesticated pets.
You closed the sketchbook in favor of picking up the next one, what seemed to be his most recent addition. To your surprise, inside actually seemed to be some sort of journal. It caught you by surprise, causing you to flip through it for a moment. Only the first few pages were written on, leading you to believe this was quite the new book, and against your better judgment, you decided to scan your eyes over the words.
Hopefully, I do this journalling stuff right. While I don’t think it needs to be perfect seeing as it’s written for my own benefit, I can’t help but become determined to make it good.
She mentioned a while ago that even though she rarely journals for the sake of expressing herself, she also believes it’s a good way to keep your mind in order.
You paused your reading for a moment, a frown spreading upon your lips. You began to feel a sense of dread reading this, not knowing if you should be reading it. Was this something that he was using as a diary of sorts? Surely it was wrong for you to continue reading- if he had feelings he wanted to tell you, then he would tell you. Right?
Curse your nosiness. You continued on reading.
Speaking of her. God, Pie.
I've always read in stories and been told that there’s a fine line between love and obsession, and I truly believe that. But with her, that line is blurred so much I’m unable to see which one pertains to her.
Christ, I started writing in this stupid thing just because she told me it may be a good idea, and I followed her words like they were spoken by a Goddess. I find that so often when I can’t focus, it’s because my mind is filled with her. My ears ring when she speaks around me, my breath escapes my lungs, my eyes follow her every movement no matter how many people are in the room crowding her. They always find HER.
This can’t be healthy- God, it can’t be. But I can’t help it. Everything about her is incredible. Her confidence, her strength, her intelligence. Listen to me, I sound like some sort of lovestruck poet.
This has to be too good to be true. It always is- so how long until I wake up in a cold sweat, feeling like I was falling? I hope it never happens. Even if she doesn’t want to be more than my friend, as long as she is by my side, healthy and smiling, I’m more than content.
Is that crazy? I must be crazy, I’m talking to a journal.
No offense...?
God, I’ve truly lost my mind.
Your cheeks had flushed halfway through reading, your eyes widened as you read over the words. The way he wrote about you was like something you would expect to hear read aloud in some sort of romantic movie, and you weren’t fully certain on how you should feel about it. While you had begun to feel an attraction towards him in a much deeper way than a simple friendship or fling, he wrote about you like a Goddess.
You were unsure if you were worth being looked at like this. You didn’t understand why he would feel about you like this- what did you deserve to be obsessed over?
You looked to the top corner of the page, where a date had been written, noting that this first entry was made around your second week of being deployed without him. A strange feeling tingled in your chest- Did he only think about you like this because he missed having you around?
Not wanting to overthink it, you gently closed the book, refusing to read any more of this journal. It was wrong of you to do so- these were his secrets to keep. Then again, he did give you permission to look through these journals. Why were you ashamed?
Still, you set it down atop his sketchbook. It just didn’t feel right to continue reading through, no matter how curious you were to see if he had written more about you. You’d ask him about how he felt about you reading it later on.
You picked up the final book, deciding to glance through the pages before fully reading into it, noticing that this journal wasn’t filled to the last page like his sketchbook was. You caught glimpses of sketches on the lined paper, words written by some, and even with the quick looks, you recognized a few KorTac members. Stiletto was the first person he had sketched, writing a small blurb about how he felt about her as a sort of higher up. He thought that even though she was a bit brash, she was quite nice, and he looked forward to working with her.
The first few pages were some of the same things- KorTac members drawn with notes about them. It made you smile, seeing the way he silently paid attention to the people around him.
Eventually, you recognized your own face. You stopped to actually fully look over the pages, finding the same sort of page that you found about a handful of the other agents.
Alongside a sketch of yours, you read the words that he had written about you.
Strong, confident, brave. Strange enough, I’m feeling safe with her. She’s made an effort to understand me- there’s no judgment, no assumptions about me. Feels nice. I plan to perform as highly as I can.
That brought a smile to your lips. You had planned to try and make him feel welcomed to KorTac- his unease was obvious the moment you set your eyes on him. It was nice to know that your efforts to make him feel welcomed and respected had paid off.
The white noise of the shower beyond the closed door became silent, catching your attention as you listened intently. You heard the curtain being pulled back, a few things being shifted around, and you decided to turn your attention back to the sketches of yourself he had drawn. You wondered if he had drawn these from memory, or if he was looking at you when he drew them?
As you continued to flip through the pages, you began to realize something- The further in you got, the more often you saw yourself. Page after page was filled with your likeness, drawn as if he had been doing so while hanging out with you. Sketches of you writing in your own book, of you training, of you simply laughing.
You found yourself honored- you had always seen those historical paintings that people had made of their muses that they drew with a heart full of adoration, and in a way, this felt no different.
The bathroom door opened, and you gently flipped back to the first page that König had drawn you on. As he moved out of the bathroom, bare feet padding against the ground, towel wrapped around his shirtless shoulders and black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, you began to recite what he had written beside your face.
“Strong, confident, brave… Strange enough, I feel safe with her,” You read aloud, catching König’s attention fully. You could practically feel the embarrassment radiating from him. “She’s made an effort to understand me…”
“Yeah, yeah, alright there,” König groaned softly, making his way over to you. You laughed softly as he gently pulled the journal from your hands, closing it and placing it on his desk. “Forgot about all that stuff I wrote in there. Mistake to let you read it…”
“Oh, hush,” You told him, that pretty smile on your lips still. “You have a way with words. And with art- your work is incredible, König. Can’t believe you hid that talent from me~ You know, I make a great muse.”
“That you do,” König hummed softly in agreement, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. You hummed softly, looking at the books again for a moment.
“I have a confession,” You sighed softly. His shoulders tensed for a second, dreading the next words to come. “I may have looked into what I assume to be your personal journal? I’m sorry, I just… I didn’t know, and you said I could look through them…”
König paused for a moment, looking down at his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. “So, you saw the things I’ve written?”
“Only the first entry,” You admitted to him. You looked over to him again, noticing the way he was nervously avoiding eye contact.
“Forgot about that one,” He sighed softly. You could tell he was a bit nervous about what he had written- it made you wonder just what else he had written inside. “Totally woulda told you to skip that one. That’s embarrassing.”
“Like I said, you have a wonderful way with words,” You said softly, standing from his chair to sit on his bed beside him. He finally lifted his head to look at you once more, his eyes stuck on that soft smile you seemed to always have with him. “It was nice to read.”
“You think so?” He asked softly, earning a nod from you.
You reached out a hand to gently rest on his thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Of course, König. You’re a talented writer and artist, and I’m honored that you’ve drawn and written about me.”
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he leaned his head against yours for a moment. “Thanks, Pie. That means a lot coming from you.”
You leaned back slightly to look at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “But if you draw me with bad hair or something, I’ll never forgive you.”
“I promise to make you look your best, always.” König chuckled softly, shaking his head. His hand moved to yours that rested on his thigh, his calloused fingers tangling with yours, so gently touching your soft skin. “Would it be too cheesy to ask you to let me draw you like one of my French Girls?”
You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his reference to the famous movie scene. "I don't know, König, I don't think I have the same elegance as Kate Winslet in Titanic," you said with a chuckle. "But I wouldn't mind posing for you if you really want to draw me."
König grinned at your response, his hand squeezing yours gently. "I would love to draw you some more, I don’t think I’d get tired of it," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
You couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words. Despite the challenges you faced on the field, you always felt safe and supported with König by your side. And now, seeing the way he looked at you with such appreciation and respect, you knew that your trust in him was well-placed.
"Alright then, you can draw me like one of your French Girls," you said, a playful smile on your lips. "But I expect the drawing to be worthy of the Louvre."
It was König’s turn to laugh softly now, a sound that was so rare, but always so unbelievably welcomed.
The comfortable silence that sat comfortably over the two of you somehow turned to the meeting of his lips against yours, a large hand gently resting on the side of your neck, his long fingers burying into your hair. He tasted so minty fresh, so clean from his shower- it made you hum softly.
The loving kiss slowly broke as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours, simply craving being close to you.
“Do you mind if I just stay in here for a while?” You asked him softly, breaking the silence.
König shook his head, his nose brushing against yours. "Not at all, Pie. Stay as long as you want. I could use the company." He shifted slightly, laying back and making room for you to curl up beside him on the bed, his arm wrapping protectively around you.
You sighed contentedly, nuzzling into his chest and feeling his heartbeat steady and strong against your cheek. It was moments like these that made all the danger and stress of your job worth it. Being able to come back to König and feel safe and loved in his arms was everything you could ask for.
You closed your eyes and let out a soft yawn, feeling the exhaustion of the past few days finally catching up with you. König must have noticed, because he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
"Sleep, my love," he whispered. "I'll be here when you wake up."
Love. He had never called you something that endearing before, and you found yourself in love with the way it felt hearing that word come from his lips, vibrating against the top of his head as he spoke against your hair.
“Dunno if I can sleep anymore,” You sighed softly, feeling him hug onto your tighter. “I’ve slept so long, but being here… I have to admit, it feels wonderful. I just want to lay here all day- skip training and all that nonsense…”
“Don’t wanna beat me up? That’s a first…” He mumbled softly, his voice rumbling in his chest. That made you scoff with a gentle smile, your eyes remaining closed as you simply relaxed.
“As much as I like you, I kinda always wanna beat you up. It’s fun, dominating someone twice my size~”
That made König hum a bit. “Careful- those words might excite someone.”
“I swear, you’re a masochist. But then again, I’ve seen what you like to do to people. Maybe you’re both sadistic and masochistic- am I on the right track?”
“Alright, it’s time for you to shut up,” König groaned a bit, a heavy hand laying across your face. You laughed softly, muffled by his palm, reaching up to move his hand to your shoulder.
You moved to prop yourself up on one of your elbows, allowing you to rise off his chest and look down at him. Your hand absentmindedly drew circles across his bare chest, as his hand did the same with your back. You had that sly little smile, the one that caught his eye.
“You didn’t disagree,” You hummed softly. “You like being dominated?”
His cheeks noticeably flushed, albeit just faintly, and he shrugged softly. “I like doing anything you want to do… It’s a turn on to fulfill your wishes, y’know?”
You hummed softly in thought, realizing the two of you had never actually talked about things the both of you liked. “So, if I asked you to lead, to dominate me, you’d do it?”
Your question not only caught him off guard, but really got his attention. You noticed his pupils dilate slightly before quickly shrinking once more, the hand on your back moving to rub more firm circles against your skin through the fabric. “You saying you want me to dominate you?”
“I’ll admit, I’d like to see what you’d do,” You hummed softly with a smile. However, even with the obvious interest König was showing, your smile faltered a bit. “But, maybe not now, if that’s alright?”
“Yeah, of course,” König nodded softly, relaxing back into the mattress, letting you shift a bit to crawl closer to him once more. His bed really was better than yours… “You okay?”
“Just… Work, y’know?” You sighed softly, not exactly keen on going into more detail as you laid your head against his chest once more, listening to his heart beat through his bare skin. “Tired… The idea of simply resting here with you is the only thing that seems even slightly appealing for now.”
“Then relax, we shall,” König hummed softly down to you, shifting a bit to get completely comfortable.
You nodded, feeling the tension in your body start to ease as you focused on the steady rise and fall of König's chest. You felt his fingers carding through your hair, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"Thank you," you whispered, feeling grateful for his understanding and his comforting presence. "You always know how to make me feel better."
König chuckled softly. "I try my best, Meine Liebe. Anything for you."
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. You knew that you were lucky to have him, and you couldn't imagine going through the challenges of your job without his love and support.
You settled in, feeling your mind start to drift as you let yourself relax completely in his arms. It was a rare moment of peace and tranquility in a life that was usually filled with danger and uncertainty, and you were determined to savor every moment of it.