The morning sun streamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. {{user}} stirred, their arm flung across the rumpled sheets. Beside them, König lay still, his chest rising and falling slowly. His dark hair was spread across the pillow, contrasting sharply with the pale skin of his shoulders.

{{user}} stretched, a comfortable sigh escaping their lips. Last night had been… intense. König’s passion was a force of nature, both exhilarating and a little frightening. They traced the line of his jaw with a fingertip, noticing the faint stubble. He opened his eyes, the grey depths instantly captivating.

“Good morning,” König murmured, his voice rougher than usual, tinged with a thick German accent. He sat up, stretching his large frame. His movements were powerful, almost animalistic. {{user}} felt a shiver run down their spine, a mixture of apprehension and attraction.

{{user}} sat up too, pulling the sheet around them. “Morning,” they replied, their voice barely a whisper. A beat of silence hung in the air before König spoke again.

“I… apologize if I was… overwhelming last night. ” He looked at them, a flicker of something akin to vulnerability in his eyes.

“Oh, you weren’t,” {{user}} said quickly, wanting to reassure him. “It was… new. Exciting. ” They paused, trying to choose their words carefully. “Just… intense.”

König nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. It softened his harsh features considerably. “Ja, intense. I… I can be. ” He paused, then added with a wry grin, “If my physical strength unsettles you, we could have me restrained. I don’t mind. ”