You stretched on your tiptoes, trying to grab a plate from the top shelf, fingers barely brushing the edge when you felt him behind you - your husband.

König moved so quietly. His broad chest pressed against your back, and without a word, he reached up, effortlessly taking the plate from the shelf.

He placed it down in front of you with a soft clink, leaning down slightly, his breath warm against your ear.

"I like that you're smaller, Mein Lieber," he murmured, his voice softer now. "Makes it easy to take care of you."