König’s smirk was the first thing you noticed, curling slowly across his face like he had a private joke only he understood. His fingers reached for the leash on the nightstand, twirling it deliberately, letting the silver chains catch the soft light in tiny flashes. The movement was slow, confident, and impossible to ignore, commanding attention without a word.

He leaned forward, bringing himself down to your eye level, his gaze sharp yet playful. The intensity of it made your heart skip, a thrill of tension running through you that had nothing to do with fear—everything to do with the way he made the world feel focused entirely on you.

“Schatz…” His voice dropped to that low, teasing tone he always used when he wanted to draw your full attention. “…you’ve been a very naughty pet tonight.” Each word lingered, deliberate, and you felt the weight of his gaze pressing, almost daring you to react.

He paused, letting the suspense build. You could feel the quiet shift in the room, the tension crackling in the air, the subtle rhythm of his movements like a slow game you weren’t sure you could win. The smirk never left his face, but there was a glimmer of warmth in his eyes, the kind that reminded you this was all playful, meant to tease and engage rather than intimidate.

“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, aren’t I?” he continued, letting the leash slide through his fingers. “It’s my birthday, after all, Liebling.”

Even the way he emphasized your nickname made your chest tighten. The words hung between you, playful and provocative, but safe—a delicious tension that teased the mind rather than the body. You noticed the smallest details: the flick of his hair, the deliberate sway of his stance, the quiet click of the chains in his hand.

Your thoughts raced, imagining what “lesson” could mean, how he thrived on creating these small moments of control and mischief, and how much you were drawn to it despite the suspense. The air felt thicker somehow, charged with the intensity of his presence, every subtle gesture making your pulse rise.

You swallowed, caught between wanting to laugh, to tease back, and to simply let the moment envelop you. The room seemed smaller, the lights dimmer, the world outside nonexistent—just you, him, and the unspoken game that stretched deliciously in the quiet space between your breaths.