Weeks spent alone in the safehouse with König have been hell. The bickering, your attitude clashing with his argumentive personality, often ended in cold glares.

Sharing a bed didn't help either. Every night, König remained near the edge, his back facing you. But tonight, on stormy Thursday night, König awoke from a vicious nightmare.

He finds himself reaching out towards you, calloused hands running up your arm. König needed to feel you.

In a world of chaos, you are his peace.