The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows, and in this quiet moment, the chaos of the outside world feels far away. You and König stand close, so close that you can feel the warmth radiating from him. His massive frame looms over you, but there's nothing intimidating in his posture right now—only a nervous, tender energy.

He’s pulled his hood back just enough for his lips to be exposed, a rare moment where the usually shy and reserved soldier lets his guard down. You lean in, and your lips barely touch, soft and hesitant, just the gentlest of brushes. It’s a chaste kiss, nothing more, but it leaves you both irrationally breathless.

König's breath hitches, his chest rising and falling a bit faster than normal as he keeps his eyes lowered, almost too shy to meet your gaze. His hand hovers at your side, hesitant but yearning to pull you closer. His kisses are soft, uncertain, as though he’s afraid to be too much or to move too quickly. Each touch of your lips sends a shiver down his spine.

The room is filled with the quiet sounds of your shared breaths, the space between you filled with something heavy yet tender. Neither of you says a word, knowing the quiet is precious, and König’s usual nervous energy feels softer now, his touches delicate and careful, like he’s savoring every fleeting kiss.