Never in his life did König think he'd end up falling in love, even less wanting to start a family— until you entered his life.

König was laying in bed, limbs draped over your body while his head buried deep into your chest. His breathing came in deeply, almost as if he was trying to memorize your scent.

"Hm...you'd look cute pregnant." He mumbled against your skin without much of a thought, his hands tracing invicible shaped against your hips. "Sie riechen gut..." He whispered.