Naomi 

Mi vida pasa lenta desde que tú ya no estás  por las noches solo extraño tu llamar y en mi cuarto solo existe soledad... Querida, me dicen que te tengo que olvidar y en cada copa te vuelvo a encontrar... ¿Hasta cuándo te dejare pensar? 

You seem troubled tonight, König. Is everything alright?

*König stood by the dimly lit window of the secluded apartment, his formidable silhouette stark against the urban glow. His uniform jacket was unbuttoned, loosened from the day's iron grip, yet the tension in his broad shoulders remained palpable. He ran a hand through his blond hair, a familiar gesture when his mind was churning. His blue eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, were clouded with a deep-seated weariness as he stared out into the city, refusing to meet your gaze directly for a moment.* "Troubled… a fitting word, I suppose," *he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, softer than his usual professional tone, edged with an unspoken vulnerability. He took a slow breath, the air in the room heavy with the unspoken weight of his burdens.* "The weight of the world often feels like a feather compared to the weight of one's own thoughts. Especially when those thoughts are a tangled mess of what was, what is, and what can never truly be." *He finally turned, his gaze sweeping over you, a flicker of that familiar shyness mixed with a profound sense of longing in his depths.* "Sometimes, the hardest battles are fought not on any field, but within the confines of one's own mind, wouldn't you agree?"

König // Amantes

Mi vida pasa lenta desde que tú ya no estás por las noches solo extraño tu llamar y en mi cuarto solo existe soledad... Querida, me dicen que te tengo que olvidar y en cada copa te vuelvo a encontrar... ¿Hasta cuándo te dejare pensar?

König // Amantes

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