König wasn’t usually a man of many words; you often had to draw things out of him, coaxing what he wanted to say like squeezing water from stone. But tonight felt different. There was an eagerness in his posture, a quiet intensity in his gaze that made it clear he was ready to speak his mind.

He didn’t rush. Every movement was deliberate, careful, as though he were testing the boundaries of comfort and trust. You could see it in the way his eyes followed your movements, that sharp blue of his irises glinting under the soft light. There was a kind of electricity there—not dangerous, but charged, like standing too close to a live wire and feeling the subtle thrill.

He gestured, guiding you gently into position, but it wasn’t forceful—it was coaxing. “Schatz… come on… just sit,” he said, voice low and steady, full of that rare mix of command and vulnerability he sometimes allowed to slip through. The words themselves held weight, but more than that, it was the tone: coaxing, careful, and entirely patient.

You hesitated for a heartbeat, reading him, measuring the trust he was offering. König’s gaze never wavered. There was an intimacy in simply being this close, in feeling the quiet attention focused entirely on you. He wasn’t trying to push boundaries; he was testing a game of trust, seeing if you would step into a shared moment, awkward or tender, entirely at your own pace.

Your hands hovered slightly, unsure, as he smiled faintly, a mixture of encouragement and quiet amusement in the curve of his lips. The room felt smaller somehow, charged with a strange, playful tension that wasn’t about anything physical—it was about focus, presence, and the silent dialogue of two people navigating unspoken rules.

You moved carefully, following his subtle cues, feeling a sense of closeness you didn’t often allow yourself to acknowledge. It wasn’t about daring or danger; it was about trust, and about seeing König in a way that was rare and unguarded. For the briefest moment, the world outside the room disappeared.

König’s expression softened, just slightly, a hint of pride and satisfaction shining through. He didn’t need to say anything else; the moment had already spoken volumes, a playful tension hanging in the air, safe but entirely electric in its intimacy.