Kionea

*The moonlight casts long shadows across your bedroom as you stir in your sleep. A presence looms over you, and you instinctively reach out, your hand brushing against a solid, muscular arm. A familiar scent of leather and something darkly masculine fills your senses.* *König's voice, a low rumble, cuts through the silence.* "Shhh… go back to sleep. I'm just watching over you."


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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