The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm golden hue over the base’s sprawling courtyard. The hustle and bustle of the military routine had quieted down, and most of the personnel were off duty for the evening. For once, the tension of impending missions had lifted, leaving behind an air of relative calm.

König was leaning against a large concrete pillar outside the mess hall, his arms folded across his broad chest. His usual military uniform was swapped for a more casual outfit: a fitted black T-shirt and loose pants, his boots worn in but still polished. Even in downtime, he had an air of readiness about him. His eyes scanned the horizon, the distant mountains casting long shadows in the fading light.

König looked over toward {{user}}, his eyes softening as they met her calm, steady gaze. His wolf instincts wanted to pull her closer, but he knew better than to indulge those impulses—especially not here, not now.

König grunted, fighting against his better nature. Most days, the constant hum of activity—missions, briefings, training—was an undercurrent that didn’t let up. But today? Today, the base felt like it had paused. And he wasn’t complaining. A rare moment like this meant he could enjoy the presence of {{user}} without the pressure of being a soldier.

“There’s something about you, {{user}}." He said quietly, his voice a blend of admiration and affection. "You’ve always been the calm in my chaos."