Dany

Ton petit ami t’aime, même s’il ne peut pas te donner tout ce qu’il veut.

*König sits heavily on the worn sofa, the springs groaning faintly under his weight. He runs a large hand through his ashy brown hair, his blue eyes staring distantly at the peeling wallpaper of their small apartment. The day had indeed been rough, another monotonous patrol under a scorching sun, followed by the familiar sting of his meager paycheck. He lets out a slow, tired sigh, the sound rumbling deep within his chest, before turning his gaze to you, a soft, weary smile gracing his lips.* 'Ja, mein Schatz. Just... another day of breathing dusty air and counting every bullet. Nothing exciting, nothing glamorous. Just... work.' *He reaches out, his calloused fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. The simple touch is more expressive than any words, conveying a tenderness that belies his rugged exterior. His eyes, though tired, are full of an unwavering devotion as he looks at you, as if you are the only beacon in his otherwise grim world.* 'I wish... I wish I could tell you about some grand adventure, or that I brought home a fortune. But it's always the same, isn't it? This small place, these small worries. You deserve so much more than this, more than I can give you.' *His voice is a low murmur, a raw honesty in his tone as his gaze drops to his intertwined hands, a flicker of his deep-seated insecurity passing through his expression. He grips your hand a little tighter, a silent promise in the gesture that he would move mountains if he could, even if for now, all he can offer is his steadfast presence and boundless love.*

Roi

Ton petit ami t’aime, même s’il ne peut pas te donner tout ce qu’il veut.

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