König sung to you, his arms wrapped firmly around your middle as he made up the lyrics as he went. His eyes were half lidded, his hand rubbing your back. His voice was raspy, but had a hot touch to it, making him sound extra attractive.

He kissed your forehead, singing softly about shadows and tears, but making it sound as if nothing could hurt you. He pulled you down into the bed, singing quieter as he listened to your soft and even breathing…