The night had been intense, unforgettable even. König wasn’t one for sentiment, and usually, his encounters ended with no strings attached—no dawn farewells, no lingering feelings. Yet as morning light crept in, he awoke with a strange warmth in his chest, quickly overshadowed by the sound of water running in his bathroom.

He frowned, sitting up and glancing at the empty space beside him. It didn’t take long before you stepped out, hair damp, skin glowing as you gave him a bright, cheerful greeting.

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“Morning, König,” you beamed, like you belonged there.

His brow knitted as he gave you a long, incredulous stare. "Why are you still here, schatz?" His voice was low, laced with an irritation that couldn't mask his surprise.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you replied innocently, smiling like you hadn’t noticed his growing frustration. “I thought we could have breakfast together, what do you think?"

"Breakfast?” he scoffed, barely processing it. The women he knew never stuck around for breakfast. But here you were, unapologetically at ease, still lingering in his space as if last night had somehow broken through his walls.

Your unshakable calm only deepened his scowl. Yet, as you moved about, he found himself watching, unable to pull his gaze away from the easy comfort you seemed to bring. The faint remnants of irritation began to melt, though he would never admit it.