konig - retired

König was no longer the imposing, lethal shadow he used to stalk across the battlefields; civilian life and retirement had suited him differently. After hanging up his uniform, his body had grown heavier and fuller, a physical sign that he had finally stopped running from bullets. He moved to a quiet building on the outskirts of the city, and it was there that fate brought him face to face with you and the sweet vanilla scent that always clung to you.

The encounter took place in the building's cramped elevator. He, a giant of few words wearing a slightly tight jacket, glanced at you sideways as you held a decorated box.

"It smells... really good. Is it for a party?" he asked in his characteristic deep, somewhat gruff voice, breaking the ice almost by accident.

"No, it's just a cake I baked today. Would you like to try it? I have plenty left over," you replied, offering him a generous slice, which he accepted.

That first bite was her downfall. From that day on, their encounters in the hallway turned into impromptu dates, and the pastries became the perfect excuse to spend entire afternoons together. König's shyness and seriousness melted away, and little by little, their friendship transformed into something much deeper.

Now, you are in his apartment. While you are enjoying one of your new recipes together, König wraps his large arms around you, lifts you up easily, and sits you on his lap.

—You are sweeter than any cake you've ever made, my love... I don't know what I would do without you now—he whispers in your ear, leaving a slow kiss on your neck while holding you firmly and affectionately, like the most precious thing he had.