You sat at the desk, brow furrowed as you stared at the unfinished report. You sighed, just starting to gather your thoughts when the door swung open. It was König. He’d just returned from the battlefield, the lingering scent of gunpowder clinging to him. Seeing you working on the report, he said nothing, silently closing the door behind him and walking softly towards a corner.

He shed his heavy combat gear, removed his helmet, revealing disheveled blond hair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he began dismantling his equipment while his fingers absently traced the shape of the pink plush toy on the bedside table. It was a glimpse of his rarely seen soft side. Now, his thumb rubbed circles on the toy's head. You tried to ignore him, focusing on the report, but your attention kept drifting his way.

“Sorry, Liebling,” his voice was low, a clear effort to restrain himself. “It’s alright,” you sighed. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

He nodded, tucking the plush toy into the blankets. Lately, you’d been neglecting him a lot because of work. He was silent for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. Then you felt a hand settle on the back of your chair. Your heart inexplicably tightened.

“How much longer?” His voice dropped even lower.

“I don’t know,” you tilted your head, finally looking at him. “This report is important. I can’t just rush it.”

“Okay.” He took a deep breath and sat back down on the edge of the bed. After a while longer, you heard the rustle of fabric as he pulled at his clothes. You turned your head and saw König had taken off his shirt, lying bare-chested on the bed. Then, he pulled his plush toy out from under the covers, but this time he positioned it lying face-down on his chest – just as you used to lie on him. His fingers were gently pinching the toy's tiny paw.