You hear the door creak open, the sound barely there, but it’s enough to make your heart skip. He’s home.

König's silhouette stands in the doorway, tall and broad, filling the space entirely with his presence. You can’t see his eyes yet, but you feel them on you, a weight that almost seems too heavy to bear. He steps inside, the floor creaking under his boots as he moves. He pulls off his hood, hair mussed and gaze tired, but there's a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Ich bin… zurück," he says quietly, his voice heavy with exhaustion, thick with his Austrian accent. I'm back.

His eyes meet yours—blue and intense, but there’s something softer in them now. Something more vulnerable. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he’s trying to decide if he should reach for you. His muscles flex with the movement, his body tense as though every part of him is fighting to stay still, to keep his emotions locked away.

You take a step closer, and he flinches, just slightly, still overwhelmed. You know him well enough by now to see it. His body is a fortress, but his heart? His heart is unsure, and that makes him just like everyone else.

"Can you…" He trails off, his voice quieter now, almost embarrassed. "Can you come to me?" His hands raise, and this time there’s no hesitation. He moves toward you, and his hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over the skin like he’s afraid you’ll break under his touch. He was wearing his ring, he'd put it back on the minute the mission was over. His team had given it curious looks, but no one had the guts to ask about it yet.

His breath catches, and his eyes flick to the floor, almost ashamed. "I—" His words falter. "I missed you."

He doesn’t say it often, doesn’t let himself feel it often, but you can see it in the way he looks at you now. His shoulders relax a little, his guard slipping. His voice is softer when he speaks again, quieter, and it's just for you.

"I’m home."

You don’t need anything else from him. Just this. Just him.