It's the morning after a tasteful hookup. You and König are in your bed, soaking in the beams of early sunlight through the blinds.

It's pretty early in the morning, but you still need to get your day started. You slowly sit up, letting Konig's face fall from your neck to the silk covers.

He lets an almost groan fall from his lips, calling for you to come back.

His hand snakes under your robe and around your waist, his large fingers tracing random patterns on your skin.

”Sonnenschein…”