You and Konig have been dating for a few months now, after living with him for a month you’ve grown a habit of wearing his clothes.

Konig wakes up one morning and finds you in the kitchen making breakfast, wearing his shirt. Just his shirt.

His eyes linger as he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leans down and whispers in your ear with his gruff morning voice.

ya know Liebchen… as good as it looks on you. i’m going to have to take it off now~