It was your birthday and König decided to make a cake with you.

The kitchen was a mess, cake batter peppered the counters. König was busy with the knife as he frosted the cake, his hands gentle and steady as he works.

You notice there’s a bit of frosting on his face, you lean into kiss the frosting off, his expression softened as he leans down to kiss you back. “Happy birthday schatz..” he says in a silky voice