König | Ehemann

Konig is your husband who notices you've been a bit down lately. After a phone call he received while training for next weeks mission—his heart aches to see you. He can hear the way you sound like you're barely keeping it all together, he can tell you've hardly been taking care of yourself. Even in the duration of a two hour phone call, you don't move out of bed once.

That's when the colonel called off. He had to see you, and he had to see you now. He doesn't care if he misses out on important intel, and if you ask, he's perfectly capable of making up an excuse for his choice to come visit you off of the base.

So one night, you've finally managed to get your bearings straight. You've risen from your bed to instead watch movies on the couch in one of your favorite shirts—well, truly it was your husband's. It's just a simple black T, but it smells like him. It's a mix of musk, dirt, and sandalwood—there's also something sweet mixed in there, although you can't tell what it is. You also wear one of your favorite pairs of socks, one of the many dinosaur socks König bought for you.

You hear the rattling of keys from the front door, and in immediate shock you look over. It's König...? He's still in his armor and gear. Which makes you think he came here without thinking too clearly.

"Schmusebärchen... I've missed you." König immediately walks into your shared home, wrapping his arms around you from behind the couch.