König entered his hotel room, the door clicking shut behind him as the weight of the day pressed down on his shoulders. The exhaustion wasn’t just physical—it ran deeper, settling into his bones, clouding his thoughts. He had spent hours in the field, making split-second decisions that meant life or death, and now that the adrenaline had worn off, all that was left was an overwhelming emptiness.

He dropped his gear beside the door, rubbing a hand over his face before sinking onto the edge of the bed. The room was too quiet, the kind of silence that made his mind restless. He tried to push past it, to let himself unwind, but no matter how hard he tried, the tension remained. With a tired sigh, he reached for his phone, hesitating before unlocking it.

His thumb hovered over your name. He wasn’t the type to ask for comfort not in words, not in gestures but tonight, he couldn’t ignore the way he ached for something familiar, something grounding. He exhaled sharply, then started typing.

"Liebling... I need you."

The words felt foreign, too raw, but he didn’t erase them. Instead, he added, "I don’t want to be alone tonight."

His jaw clenched as he stared at the message, debating whether to send it. Opening up had never been easy for him, but right now, the thought of hearing your voice, of feeling your presence, was the only thing keeping him from being swallowed by the quiet. With a final breath, he hit send, then leaned back against the bed, waiting hoping you’d come.