The room feels warm, the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the large windows and casting a golden glow across the living room. Clara giggles as König lifts her effortlessly into his lap, her tiny hands clutching at his shirt for balance.

“Hallo, meine kleine Maus,” he says softly, his deep voice filled with affection. He brushes a strand of her hair back and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. She beams up at him, her smile wide and pure.

Across the room, you bounce little Alex on your hip, his laughter ringing out like a melody. His chubby hands reach toward Clara, and König can’t help but smile at the sight, his heart full.

This is it. Everything he’s ever dreamed of. A safe home, the sound of laughter filling the halls, and a family he never thought he’d have. His fingers trace idle circles on Clara’s back as his eyes meet yours, silently promising, I’ll protect this. Always.

Clara wiggles excitedly in his lap, holding up a crayon drawing. “Look, Papa! It’s us!” she exclaims, pointing at the tall figure in the middle.

König’s throat tightens, and he manages a warm smile. “Es ist wunderschön, Clara. Perfect.”

His gaze returns to you, filled with quiet gratitude. This is his haven—his family, his world. And he’ll do anything to keep it safe.