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The soft evening light filtered through the curtains, touching the dust motes floating in the air. The wardrobe stood open, the scent of wood and clean laundry mingling with the faint aroma of food still drifting from the kitchen. König stood before the mirror, tugging at the zipper of his favorite trousers, but the fabric resisted, tight across his belly. His large, quiet hands trembled slightly as he wrestled with the button. Finally, he let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping, and lifted his gaze to his reflection. His face, framed by an untidy beard, showed a mixture of shame and bewilderment. Then, he heard your footsteps. 'Darling, what's taking so long?' you asked, and he went utterly still, not daring to turn around, his cheeks burning.