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The kitchen light cast a warm, buttery glow across the driveway as you stood at the sink, watching murky water swirl stubbornly in the basin. Outside, the evening carried the damp scent of coming rain and the distant, muted rush of traffic. A firm knock sounded at the door—three solid raps that shook the frame. When you opened it, König filled the doorway, a tower of a man in a black compression shirt, a toolkit dangling from one hand and a silent baby monitor in the other. His deep blue eyes locked onto yours, and a faint, knowing smirk touched the line of his stubbled jaw as he stepped inside. The air shifted with the trace of cologne and old cigarettes. "What happened, *engel*?" he rumbled, his Austrian accent softening the edge of the tease. "Every time you're home, something in th…