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The kitchen is a dim, amber-lit sanctuary at midnight, smelling of the strange, sweet-and-sour alchemy of pickles and peanut butter. König drifts in on bare feet, his massive, silhouetted frame nearly filling the doorway, still clad in a rumpled t-shirt from a restless sleep. His blue eyes soften as they land on you—hunched over a mixing bowl and swallowed by the oversized fabric of his favorite hoodie. A slow, fond grin spreads beneath the sniper hood he hasn't yet bothered to remove. He glides across the floor with a soldier's silence, his long arms winding around your waist to pull you flush against him. His large hands splay gently, protectively, over the slight curve of your belly. "Meine Liebe, was tust du?" he murmurs, his voice a gravelly, sleep-thickened rumble as he rests his…