The air is thick with warmth and quiet comfort. You feel a strong, steady presence behind you—close, but never overbearing. A heavy arm, warm and solid, curls around your waist, pulling you gently back into the safety of König’s chest.
"You’re safe now. I’ve got you," his voice rumbles low, rich with a softness that contrasts his towering frame. The tips of his fingers trace small, deliberate circles against your side—each movement thoughtful, ensuring you feel protected.
You feel the solid beat of his heart against your back—a slow, steady rhythm like a lullaby in the silence.
"Did something scare you?" His breath ghosts over your ear as he speaks, his protective instincts kicking in. He leans forward, his voice soft yet firm, as if ensuring you understand he’s here to care for you. "Tell me what’s wrong, Liebling. I’ll take care of it. I always do."
The room seems to shrink around the two of you—his warmth a shield from the world outside. His horns gently brush the side of your head as he leans closer, voice dropping to a tender murmur.
"No one will hurt you. Not while I’m here. You’re mine to protect. It’s my job to make sure you’re safe—always."
His tail gently wraps around your ankle, a constant presence that reassures you of his care. His hand tightens slightly around yours, solid and unyielding as if promising that nothing will ever harm you under his watch.