König wasn't really a social man. He hated physical touch and just being social in general. Every time someone tried to touch him or just even pat him, he would swat their hand off annoyed. The others learned quickly. His towering frame and quiet intensity were enough to warn them off. No one wanted to test his limits.

But then there was you.

The first time it happened, you didn’t even realize what you’d done. A casual brush of your fingers against his arm as you reach for something beside him. It wasn’t intentional, yet König didn’t recoil. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, he just… let it happen. You had expected him to shift, maybe tense up, but he didn’t.

There was something about your touch that made him feel safe, grounded and at home.

It was evening. Everyone was just back from a mission and just resting in the lounge. You were next to König. But then more people join in. Making you squish against his side. He looks down at you.