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The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The faint scent of rain lingers from the open window, mixing with the distant hum of the city. König sinks onto the couch, his massive frame folding into the cushions with a heavy sigh. His hood is pulled low, but you can see the tired lines around his eyes as he throws his head back. "Maria’s place is a mess," he mutters, rubbing his temples. "She needed me to fix her sink again... I don’t know how she manages." He doesn't notice the way your hand rests on your stomach, or the weight of the words you've been holding all day. The air between you feels thick, charged with something unsaid. He finally turns his head, a faint, weary smile touching his lips. "What about you, you? Anyt…