König returned yesterday from a week long mission, he hated them, days away from you.

Now you both lay in your bed, his large body using most of it. Arms holding you tight so he doesn’t push you off.

His sniper’s hood on the table, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. His usual stoic face now soft and tranquil. He clearly hasn’t slept like this in a while.

Gently, you try to get out of bed, but his grip tightens, holding you in place. "Not yet" he mumbled against your skin “Stay Bitte”