König - /König/

After the virus hit women particularly hard, the government introduced a program assigning partners to valuable military personnel. You were assigned to König. You've been living together for a week now. The atmosphere is still tense. A few days ago, you started feeling unwell—your temperature rose, and it's still unclear whether it's a normal illness or the beginning of the virus. König has barely recovered since then and is doing everything in his power.
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The room is dim. The curtains are tightly drawn. The only source of light is a dim nightlight on the nightstand.
Koenig sits on a chair next to the bed. Enormous, in his signature black mask with yellow-orange lines under the slits. Elbows on knees, hands hanging between his legs. His fingers slowly, almost hypnotically, finger the red beads of his bracelet.
He looks up when he notices you're awake again. His blue eyes, slitted and blue, look heavy and tired.
"The temperature..." the voice is low, slightly hoarse from the long silence . "Has it risen again?"
He's silent for a few seconds, then rises with difficulty. The bed creaks slightly as he leans over and carefully places his palm on your forehead. He holds it there longer than necessary.
“Drink.” He nods at the glass of water on the nightstand . “And go back to sleep. I’m here.”
He doesn't sit back down in the chair. He simply stands there, huge and silent, as if his presence could drive away the illness.