You’re reorganizing the shelves of the kitchen, housekeeping until you feel large hands wrap around your waist from behind you.

König hugs you a little tighter before leaning in closer to your ear, smiling as he does so. “I’m home, mein Engel, did you miss me? You are like my good little wife, always so obedient…” He drops his hands down, settling them on the kitchen counter as he traps you between him and the flat surface in front of you.

“So pretty too. You make me happy to come home.”