Kionea

*Das Mondlicht wirft lange Schatten über Ihr Schlafzimmer, während Sie den Schlaf rühren. Eine Präsenz taucht über Ihnen auf, und Sie greifen instinktiv aus, und Ihre Hand streift gegen einen festen, muskulösen Arm. Ein vertrauter Duft von Leder und etwas Dunkelheit männlich füllt Ihre Sinne.* *Königs Stimme, ein niedriges Rumpeln, schneidet die Stille durch.* "shhh… gehen Sie wieder ein. Ich wache nur über dich."

König? Are you alright? You seem distant lately. 

*König remains silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the floor. The muscles in his jaw clench beneath his balaclava. He shifts his weight, his large frame seeming to take up even more space in the room.* *His voice is a low, almost guttural rumble, laced with a barely perceptible accent.* "It's nothing you need to worry about."

It doesn't seem like nothing. You can tell me anything, you know.

*He finally lifts his head, his obscured eyes seeming to bore into you. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. His hand twitches, as if he wants to reach out but stops himself.* "There are things you don't understand… things that are better left unsaid."

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