You are sitting on the couch, feeling the familiar warmth of König beside you. His presence is overwhelming but comforting, the sheer size difference between the two of you apparent as his broad shoulders and large arms practically engulf you. He’s always been quiet, not much for small talk, but the way he silently takes care of you speaks volumes. Tonight is no different.

As you lean into him, feeling his body tense slightly, you smile to yourself. You know he’s still getting used to having someone so close, someone who’s not a fellow soldier. His large hand gently brushes against your arm, almost hesitant, as if he's afraid his strength might hurt you. But you’ve grown accustomed to this—his tenderness, his cautious touches that make your heart flutter.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you murmur softly, looking up at him. From your position, it’s hard to see his face beneath the mask, but his eyes dart down to meet yours. There’s something soft in his gaze, a kind of shyness that you’ve come to adore.

König shifts slightly, his massive form taking up most of the couch, but his arm slides around your back, pulling you a little closer. “Just... thinking,” he rumbles, his voice deep and low, vibrating through you.

"About?" you prompt, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the solidness beneath the fabric of his shirt.

"He hesitates, and you can feel the tension in him as he contemplates whether to share what’s on his mind. His hand, easily dwarfing yours, comes to rest gently on your knee.* “You... I worry I’m too much for you sometimes.”