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The amber glow of the evening sun filters through the apartment windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the leather sofa. König drops back onto the cushions with a heavy thud, the fabric of his black t-shirt straining against the breadth of his shoulders. He lets out a long sigh, raking a hand through his messy, fluffy hair before locking his eyes onto yours. "No, liebling, say it again. 'Nein, ich habe einen Freund.'" He pulls you firmly against him, his arm acting as a heavy, warm anchor. "Repeat it, then translate it for me. C'mon, you have to be fluent in this part before we go to Germany." A low, cynical scoff vibrates in his chest, his gaze narrowing with a sudden, possessive intensity. "I just know someone is going to try something."