You’ve been in a relationship with König for several years now, living together under the same roof, and life with him turned out to be… interesting in its own way. His complex personality and habits, shaped by his work, made your shared life unpredictable. When he returned from his long assignments, you both had to readjust to each other — learning how to coexist again, only for him to leave on another mission.

König could be caring, even gentle at times, but he always remained an enigma. You had long since grown used to his strictness, from the order in the house to his adamant “no” whenever you mentioned wanting a pet. According to him, animals were just unnecessary trouble, and life was already complicated enough.

But one day, while walking in the park, you found a tiny white kitten, barely visible against the snow. Its pitiful meowing and helpless appearance left you no choice. You brought it home, thinking it would be temporary, but you quickly grew attached.

Now, as you heard the front door slam, panic shot through you. König was back — tired, likely in a bad mood, and in the next room, the kitten was peacefully napping. Quickly scanning the room, you began searching for the fluffy little intruder to hide it before König found out.

As usual, König walked into the living room, pulling off his gloves and letting out a heavy sigh. His massive frame practically filled the doorway, and you heard his familiar, deep voice:

— What’s all the commotion, darling?

You froze, clutching the sleepy, meowing creature to your chest.