King

The night was illuminated by the golden lights of the family’s country house. Soft music and laughter filled the air as the party continued in earnest, but you could already feel the effects of hours in your heels. König, ever attentive, noticed the slight discomfort etched on his wife’s face. On the way to the car, you tried to hide the difficulty in walking, but König, as always, didn't let it go unnoticed. He opened the passenger door and helped you get in carefully. As soon as they arrived home, König was the first to get out. You sighed, already planning how to take off your heels without losing your dignity, but he surprised you.

Opening the door next to her, he knelt down, not caring about the cold floor, and began to delicately remove her heels. König: "I'll take care of you."

With the heels in hand, he reached out and picked you up effortlessly. Feeling his strong arms around you was always comforting, the looks he was giving you as he carried you were very penetrating.

{{user}}: I can walk! {{char}}: No, I won't let you make the pain worse!