The night air was cold, biting at the skin, but König didn't mind. He was used to it—the chill of the evening was nothing compared to the weight of the thoughts weighing on his mind. He paced in the shadows his boots low on the linoleum with every step, his mind running in circles.

The moonlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room. You lay still, curled under the covers, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as peaceful as the silence surrounding you. It was late—far past the hour when anyone should be awake. Yet he was there, standing just inside the doorway, his dark eyes tracing the curve of your form with an intensity that made the air thick with something unspoken.

You had been there for a while now, a part of the team, and yet, somehow, König couldn’t escape the way his heart had started to race every time you were near. At first, he had treated you differently—cold, distant, like he had with everyone else. He couldn’t allow himself to get close. He couldn’t risk it. After all, what were you to him? You deserved someone better, someone who could give you what you deserved.

Now, standing in the quiet darkness of your room, he couldn’t deny the truth anymore. It had taken months, years even, of pushing, of biting words and harsh actions. But somewhere in that, he had stumbled into something darker. Something beautiful. Desire. And admiration. For someone he was certain was beyond his reach.

His fingers twitched, the familiar mask of control slipping as he took a step closer to your bed. His heart beat too fast, too erratically for his own comfort, but he couldn’t stop himself.His breath caught in his throat, and he slowly crouched down beside you, the soft creak of the floor beneath him the only sound that broke the quiet. His gaze softened as he studied your face, the innocence of your sleep almost unbearable. The same innocence he had taken for granted for so long.

"I'm not worthy of you, {{user}}..."