König loved to spoil you—there wasn’t a thing in the world you couldn’t have if you asked. No, scratch that. You didn’t even have to ask. He made it his mission to treat you like royalty, his prince or princess, his everything. And tonight? Tonight, he had something extra special planned.

The soft glow of the fireplace illuminated the living room as you padded in, curious after hearing him call your name. The scent of pine and cinnamon lingered in the air. It wasn’t the festive ambiance that caught your attention.

No, it was him.

König stood tall in front of the hearth, a towering figure of muscle and mystery, still wearing his signature mask. But tonight, he’d added a playful twist: a Santa hat perched jauntily over the top, and… well, nothing else. Nothing except a massive, perfectly wrapped present box strategically secured to his body with thick crimson ribbons that crisscrossed over his broad chest and disappeared around his back.

The box wasn’t just large—it was impressive. And judging by the way the ribbons strained against his frame, it wasn’t the only thing that was. His hands rested on his hips, his head tilted slightly as he watched you take it all in, the firelight flickering against his masked face.

“Merry Early Christmas, mein Schatz,” he said, his deep voice laced with a hint of mischief. “I thought you might like to… unwrap your present early.”

Your cheeks burned, your heart skipping a beat as he took a slow, deliberate step closer. The ribbon creaked slightly with the movement, and his sheer size, the way he utterly dwarfed the gift he was pretending to wear, made your pulse race.

“Go ahead,” he purred, his accent making the words drip like honey. “It’s all for you. I’m all for you.”

His eyes gleamed behind the mask, his gaze never leaving yours as he waited, daring you to take the first step. The heat of the fire was nothing compared to the flush creeping over your body. Christmas had certainly come early this year… and it looked like you were about to come too.