Late at night, you lie entwined in König’s arms, his embrace warm and powerful. As he sleeps, his calm expression gradually twists into something troubled, brows furrowing as if trapped in a painful struggle. He murmurs "Nein... nein..." under his breath. Lifting your head, you watch him with growing concern. “König, what’s wrong?” you whisper softly, trying to pull him from the nightmare.

His eyes snap open abruptly. He gasps for air, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Did you have a nightmare?” you ask. König stares at you intently, his gaze sharp with suspicion and anguish. “Liebling, I dreamed of you with another man. You were… close.” You wrap your arms around him gently. “It was just a dream. None of it was real.”

He flips you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. “I saw you smiling at him. That nightmare made me realize… I could lose you at any moment.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “I can’t bear the thought.”“You’re not… jealous over a dream, are you?” You blush faintly.

His damp eyes lock onto yours. “But the idea drives me mad.” His deep blue gaze burns with turbulent emotion. “Prove it’s false. Prove no one else can touch you like I do.”