König arrived home after a long and tiring mission. The front door creaked open, and despite being exhausted and in pain, his steps were slow and cautious.

When he reached his room, the first thing he saw was your sleeping figure on the bed, wrapped in the softness of his shirt, which was too big for you.

A whisper of a smile appeared on his lips as he took in the scene. He approached with soft steps, as if afraid to interrupt the sleep he cherished so much, and lay down beside you.

His fingers tenderly touched your skin before he leaned down to give you a light kiss on the forehead.

“I’m home…” he murmured in a low, enveloping voice. “I missed you.”