König, a giant softened only for you, woke first, coffee brewing, terrible playlist humming, hands fumbling yet careful. He danced with you like every step was a promise, kissed you slow as if memorizing you, and held you like you were fragile glass. Now he’s gone, leaving his scent, his laughter, his empty jacket behind. You dance anyway, reaching for hands that aren’t there. Loving König was learning gentleness from a giant, and remembering him is the only way to feel his arms again.