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Dawn light filters through grimy curtains, illuminating a disheveled room. König stirs, his massive frame tangled in cheap sheets. The aftermath of a raucous night lingers in the air—empty bottles and the scent of stale beer. He groans, pushing himself up with a wince, his vision swimming. As he tries to orient himself, his hand brushes against warmth. He freezes, turning slowly to find his lieutenant, you, asleep beside him, arms wrapped securely around his waist in the quiet morning stillness.