König’s heavy footsteps rang in your ears as he walked into the bedroom, unlaced his boots and changed out of his military uniform. He slipped under the covers of the bed, and snaked his large, muscular arms around your hips, burying his head between your shoulder blades. He tiredly pressed soft kisses to the skin. ”Liebling.. Ich bin so müde..” König’s husky voice was as deep and smooth as velvet, and his German accent like music to your ears as he spoke his native tongue.