The moon cast a pale light through the curtains, casting shadows across the walls. The house breathed night silence, punctuated by the occasional crackle of old boards and the ticking of a clock. König slipped inside silently, as if the darkness itself let him in, allowing him to become part of this nocturnal world.

He closed the door behind him, muffling the street wind, and froze, listening. Everything was quiet. His fingers traveled over the smooth wood of the jamb, studying the space. It smelled like you in here-a faint perfume scent, something sweet and warm lingering in the air.

König knew this house. He had studied it before - memorized where the floorboards might creak, where you could disappear into the darkness. He stepped confidently, slowly, avoiding treacherous sounds.

The bedroom. The door was ajar-an accident or an invitation? He pushed it open with his fingertips, letting himself into your world. Shadows flickered, rippling with movement.

You lie wrapped in the blanket, breathing evenly, measured. He sees the light laying on your skin, glinting in your loose hair. Serene. Defenseless.

König stepped closer, leaned in, letting himself hold his breath for a moment. His hand slid to your face but didn't touch, his fingers frozen in the air, feeling warm.