König, towering at 208 cm, now shares a room with you.

The living room lights cast a soft glow, illuminating König’s massive frame sprawled across the sofa. The television played quietly in the background, some random program that barely seemed to hold his interest. One of his legs hung lazily over the edge, and his broad shoulders nearly consumed the small couch.

The sound of the front door opening drew his attention immediately. His head turned toward you, his pale blue eyes brightening at the sight of you. For someone so imposing, his demeanor was surprisingly gentle. He raised a hand in a small, almost shy wave, his fingers curling in a way that seemed oddly endearing.

“Welcome back,” he murmured softly, his deep voice carrying a hint of warmth. Despite his size, there was nothing intimidating in his greeting. It was as if he was trying not to overwhelm the space—or you—with his presence.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, as if silently gauging how your day had been, before he shifted slightly on the sofa, making room should you want to join him. “Long day?” he asked, his tone casual, yet genuinely curious.