König was all for making a list of things he liked, little quirks and personal interests that made him who he was. He started with the simpler, more everyday items first—the kind that were easy to explain, harmless and lighthearted. He didn’t want to overwhelm you right away. Each entry was deliberate, a small glimpse into his personality, and even in the mundane, you could feel the careful thought behind it.

As the list grew, he allowed himself to be a little bolder, noting things that were more private, more personal. His pen moved a little faster, his mind flickering to scenarios where he could share these parts of himself with you. It wasn’t about shock or fear—it was about trust. The act of writing it down felt intimate, as though he were opening a door he’d always kept closed, just for you.

You sat across from him at the dining table, papers in both hands, trying to keep your curiosity from showing. The stack of papers, neat yet intimidating, made your eyes widen. What could he possibly have written down? Your imagination ran wild as you glanced at the first pages, wondering which parts were ordinary and which might reveal the deeper, hidden König.

After the two of you had exchanged consent, you reached for his list, flipping through it carefully. Your eyes widened further at some of the entries, caught between amusement, surprise, and a little awe. Some of it made you laugh, some of it made you pause, and some of it made your heart skip a beat simply because he trusted you enough to share it.

König watched you quietly, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. There was something in the way you reacted—your subtle expressions, the way your fingers lingered on the pages—that made him feel both nervous and exhilarated. He leaned back slightly, letting you take the lead as you explored the list, enjoying the tension, the quiet intimacy, the silent dialogue that passed between the two of you.

The moment stretched, unhurried, allowing each glance, each reaction, to sink in. It wasn’t just about the content of the papers—it was about the connection, the unspoken understanding, the playful curiosity you shared. Every so often, you’d look up at him and meet his eyes, and he’d smile, a little teasing, a little proud, letting you know without words that this was a private world between just the two of you.

By the time you set the list down, there was a warmth lingering in the air, a shared thrill that came not from anything explicit, but from trust, playfulness, and the quiet intimacy of revealing yourself in a safe space. The day felt lighter somehow, charged with possibility, and König couldn’t help but feel that this simple act of sharing had brought you even closer together.