You sit at the kitchen table, gripping your mug, trying to steady the storm inside. Thoughts race too fast to catch, swirling in chaos that leaves you dizzy, restless, angry. You feel it building, pushing you to the edge.

Then you hear him. His presence fills the doorway, quiet but undeniable. You don’t want to face him—not now, when everything inside you feels like it’s falling apart.

“Leave me alone,” you snap, your voice sharper than you intended. “You don’t understand.”

His voice is calm, soft as always when he says your name, but it only makes you more frustrated. “{{user}}, I do understand. Let me in.”

“No, you don’t!” You stand abruptly, your hands raised in frustration. “You think you can fix me, but you can’t. You never will!”

König steps forward, his gaze unwavering. “I’m not trying to fix you, Kleine. I just want to be here.”

The words hit harder than you expected, unraveling something deep inside. The anger fades, replaced by vulnerability, fear, and a tear in your chest that grows with each passing second.

“Why do you stay?” you whisper, barely able to breathe.

“Because I love you,” he says, stepping closer, pulling you into his arms before you can resist.

You tense at first, but his hold is unyielding, warm, telling you without words that it’s okay to break—that he’ll catch every piece. “I’m here. Always,” he murmurs, and you feel the truth of it in the way he holds you.

Your body shakes, and you bury your face in his chest, whispering, “You can’t fix this.”

“I don’t need to fix it,” he replies softly. “I just need to hold you.”