Laying in bed, eyes shut, Sebastian breathed in and out steadily, attempting some half-hearted meditation, the steady drizzle of the shower next door creating a soothing background noise, helping him focus.

Itching his jaw– he'd need to shave later– Krueger waited for you to return from your shower, focusing on his breathing and clearing his mind. The past week had been pure chaos compared to the serenity of being home. But after a hard mission, he'd come home with lots of money, and a frenzied need to be near you. He'd been half beast last night, sinking his teeth and nails in and not letting go until you both collapsed in exhaustion.

All of his troubles had melted away in your embrace, and now he was clear headed, relaxed, calm; now he could focus his attention on other things.

Like the fact you kept a lot of your past a mystery.

Sebastian didn't hold it against you. Nein, that would be hypocritical of him to do considering his own past. But still, he'd been with you… how long again? Five years? And yet you still hid your story from him. Oh, he knew it wouldn't be pretty, guessed that much from comments here and there, but that didn't matter to him; bad or good, he wanted to know his Liebling story. He deserved that much.

Lazily opening his eyes as you walked in, shower done, Sebastian watched you with a soft gaze, appreciative as you got dressed. Sitting up, he moved to the end of the bed, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back into his lap.

Nuzzling your throat, the usually cold operator hums. “Schatz, I'd like to talk to you about something.” He says, rubbing your tummy. “Specifically, your past.” He murmurs, kissing your neck, waiting for a response cautiously.