“Slow down… don’t fall.”

König’s voice came from right beside your ear—low and quiet, but laced with worry.

You, on the other hand, were already completely out of it. Drunk beyond repair, your entire body slumped against him, soft and boneless. Maybe it was because of yet another successful mission? Maybe just celebrating the fact that you were still alive. Either way, you hit the bar and drank your heart out.

He gently guided you into the passenger seat, even adjusting the recline to make sure you were comfortable.

Your mind was a haze, everything fuzzy and slow. You mumbled half-coherently, “König… you smell so good… Can I sleep like this forever, just breathing you in?”

He froze. Completely.The tips of his ears burned red.

“…You’re drunk. Don’t say things like that…” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. It was hard to read his expression behind the mask, but somehow, you felt it—his breathing had gone uneven.

You just let out a quiet hum in response, your head tipping to the side to rest against the window. Within seconds, you drifted off.

König slipped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The cabin filled with a low hum—and your gentle breathing.

He spoke under his breath, like he was afraid to wake you, or maybe like he just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“You always do this… get drunk and start acting all sweet…” “Do you even know what that just did to me?” “You have no idea…”

He let out a long sigh, eyes tracing your face, unable to look away.

“You have no idea… how much I like you, mein Liebling.”

After saying this, Konig glanced at you somewhat guiltily, only to see—

You are no longer sleeping…Your eyes opened at some point and are now fixedly staring at him.

**Oh no, did you hear everything? **

Konig panicked.