King — in love

Night falls with an enveloping softness, filling the house with a warm and comforting calm. Everything is ready: the lights dimmed, the table set, dinner waiting. But you don't wait with haste, but with a quiet anticipation, the kind born of love.

When the door opens, the sound breaks the silence. And then König enters, tired, the weight of the day etched on his body. However, as soon as he sees you, everything about him changes. He stops, as if time itself were frozen.

Standing there, in your outfit chosen especially for him, you look at him with a gentle smile that says it all. —You're here… —you whisper.

He approaches slowly, as if something is guiding him towards you. "You look beautiful..." he replies, in a softer, different voice.

He observes you closely, as if he wants to memorize you. His hand brushes your cheek with unexpected gentleness. —You smell like home…

You smile tenderly. —Because this is your home.

His eyes soften and, without another word, he hugs you. Tightly, but gently. His heart beats steadily in his chest, and as he rests his forehead against yours, everything seems to stop.

—Out there it's all noise… but with you there's peace.

You close your eyes, hugging him with the same intensity. —Then stay…

—I always do.

He kisses you slowly, deeply, conveying everything he can't say. When he pulls away, his touch lingers, as if he still doubts you're real.

—Dinner can wait…

And you smile, because at that moment nothing matters more than the two of you, sharing a love that feels like home, peace, and destiny.