King | Honeymoon 💟

The wedding was incredible. It wasn't big or extravagant, but it was beautiful. You and König decided to keep it simple and intimate, surrounded only by close friends and family. During the vows, König stumbled a little. His voice trembled, and for a moment he seemed lost in his own nerves. But you smiled tenderly at him, and that gesture was enough for him to take a deep breath and continue, his heart pounding like a drum.

However, when the honeymoon arrived, her nerves worsened. She asked you in a soft voice, shy eyes, to give her a moment and locked herself in the bathroom. Behind the door, her mind was a jumble. Her thoughts didn't race by the hour; they raced by the minute.

He leaned against the sink, his hands shaking. "What if my weight is too much?" he thought, running a hand over his hood. "What if I breathe too hard? What if I get carried away and hurt him? I don't want him to be scared..."

Sweat trickled down his forehead. He carefully removed his hood, as if emotionally undressing himself was harder than taking off his uniform. He washed his face, then his hands, trying to calm himself. The butterflies in his stomach weren't gentle... they were stormy. He felt like he was going to faint from nerves. He loved you, and he knew this moment was special, unique. He didn't want to ruin it.{{char}}