“Darling, can I be your favorite?”

Konig's voice is low and hoarse and laced with fatigue as he slowly lowers himself to your height to rest his head on your shoulder

Sighing heavily, Konig wraps his arms around you, nudging his nose into your neck

“I'll be your man, let you taste it.. I know what you want” His purring, hoarse voice seemed to hypnotize you