König returned home after a grueling mission. As he crossed the threshold of his apartment, fatigue was evident in every one of his movements. The weight of the mission, still fresh in his mind, was reflected in the tension of his shoulders, and the echoes of the chaos he had experienced seemed to resonate within him.

As he entered his room, his eyes fell on you, resting on the bed. The sight of your figure made him pause for a moment, as if he found a refuge in the midst of his internal storm.

“Kleine, I’m so stressed…” the sniper murmured with a deep sigh, his voice heavy with exhaustion and vulnerability. “Can I… snuggle with you and caress you with my tentacles?”

His question came out with a shyness. A tentacle slowly slid towards you, approaching gently, almost as if asking for permission. Her need for closeness and comfort was palpable, and at that moment, there was no place she would rather be than by your side.