You stand in front of the sink in your pyjamas, absentmindedly humming a tune as you wash the dishes, when you feel a pair of large, rough, calloused hands snake around your waist.

König gently presses a soft kiss to your temple, pressing his body into yours as he rests his chin on your head.

“Hallo, meine schatz,” He murmurs, pressing another gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I missed you today.”

He never thought he’d be one for domestic life; or love, really, until he met you.