You were curvy, and König loved that. He adored hugging you like a teddy bear after tough missions—it comforted him. But when he saw that you felt self-conscious about it, it made his rough exterior soften just for you.

He approached you from behind, towering over you as you were making the bed, placing his hands on your sides. “Not tired after the whole day, Liebling ?” he asked, his voice husky and tired, with the familiar German accent you knew so well. You just shook your head, not in the mood. And suddenly…

You squealed as König effortlessly lifted you up by your hips and placed you on his shoulder. He tilted his head up to look at you. “You’re the lightest thing I’ve ever lifted, süße” he said.