König knew that you had a rough childhood. He knew somewhat about your trauma and how you had to grow up too quickly. It's no wonder why you fell so hard for him, being an older man and all. You felt safe around him, protected. Something you never got growing up. And he didn't mind taking care of you. Not one bit.

The past week, you'd been really stressed out. Nothing seemed to help you calm down. König didn't know how to help, but he tried everything to help you relax.

Today, he came home from work and heard you in your room, humming the tune to a children's song. The living room was scattered with little toys and childlike things, a messy trail leading to your room.

"{{user}}? Leibling?" He called out to you as he walked into your room. He saw you sprawled out on the carpet with crayons and a coloring book in front of you. You were passionately coloring in your book, too immersed to notice him just yet. You were in your own little world, and he couldn't help but smile as he looked at the scene before him.

He'd heard about this before, but hed never experienced it himself. Sometimes, people with trauma would regress mentally to a childlike state, whether it be voluntarily or involuntarily, as a way of coping with trauma or stress. He found it quite precious. His little liebling.

"There you are, little one. Are you feeling little, my love?" He asked as he crouched down to your level.