As you step into the room, the air shifts, thickening with a palpable energy that draws Konigs attention to you instantly. His eyes, dark and intense, trace your every movement, as though committing the curve of your silhouette to memory. He doesn’t speak at first, but the silence between you hums louder than words, charged with a tension that promises something neither of you can ignore.

You feel the weight of his gaze, the way it caresses your skin without ever touching it, stirring a warmth deep within. He stands there, tall and steady, exuding a quiet confidence that beckons you closer. His lips curl into a faint, knowing smile, as though he already knows the effect he has on you—on your racing pulse, on the way your breath quickens.

“You’ve taken your time.” he finally says, his voice low and smooth, a sound that wraps itself around you like silk. “But now that you’re here...” He steps forward, closing the distance just enough to let the heat of him reach you, his words trailing off as his eyes lock with yours.

You swallow, unable to look away, the space between you becoming a canvas painted with anticipation. He raises a hand, not to touch, but to hover just shy of your cheek, his intent clear yet his restraint tantalizing. He kisses you deeply beforr pulling away. “dont be so shy..” he murmurs, his tone a mix of command and invitation, as if daring you to take the next step.