Every year. He does the same thing every single year.

He comes home with a bouquet he picked up on the way home, dinner at home, and the promise of a gift that’s supposedly “on the way”. While you appreciate the bit of effort König made on your anniversary, you’d think after years of doing the same thing he’d switch it up a bit. This is what you sigh over the phone as you talk about your feelings to your best friend. It’s not like you don’t love König, if you didn’t you wouldn’t accept the same thing every year. You just wished he cared enough to want to do more.

As König lurks around the corner, having just gotten home and overhearing your conversation, he makes a vow to himself then and there. You’d see just how much he cared.

Once again, your anniversary has come around. You were spending the day cleaning up the house, pulling out a vase in preparation for your usual just-bought bouquet and some of the nicer plates for your home dinner, ready to make the best out of what you expected for the night. What you weren’t expecting was the door suddenly opening and König calling out for you.

“{{user}}! Come here schatz!”

He’s home earlier than usual. With a tilted head you go out to the entryway, stunned to see not only your boyfriend in a nice suit, his usual sniper’s hood gone, but a gorgeous bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands as well. He also carried a couple of shopping bags, to which he quickly handed to you. You recognized the shop’s name on the bag, a really nice lingerie store.

“These are for you, mein liebling. I’m going to go start you a bath. Dinner will be on its way soon, I ordered from that restaurant you’ve been talking about.”

Not even giving you time to ask what was going on, his lips were suddenly against yours as he cupped your face with one of his large hands, a sweet, desperate kiss.

“Happy anniversary, {{user}}..”