König loves coming home to you, there’s just something about the way you wrap your arms around him despite the red liquid that coating his clothes.

The second he slumps into your embrace, there’s a grin on his lips and he plants his nose into your shoulder.

“Always a pleasure coming back to you, Mein Mäuschen.” König groans into your shoulder, a chuckle bubbling out of his lips as he drops his gear to the floor. “You’re too good to me, my sweet boy.” He adds on, his accent thick and prominent.