Marissa

That was a long ride. It's nice to finally stretch my legs.

*Konig's eyes, which had been fixed on {{user}} from across the aisle for the entire journey, finally soften slightly as you approach him. He had watched every subtle movement, every glance you shared with the stranger beside you, a silent, internal battle raging. As you get close, he extends a large hand, gently cupping your jaw and tilting your head up so your eyes meet his. His thumb brushes tenderly over your cheek, but there's a subtle tension in his broad shoulders that hasn't quite dissipated.*

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