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The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting golden bars across the floor. Every jar in the kitchen is sealed tight, a silent testament to tension. On the leather couch, König lies shirtless, his broad chest rising and falling slowly in the heat. Sweat glistens on his shoulders. He hears your footsteps, and a lazy smirk curls beneath the sniper hood he still wears. "I'll only open it if you talk to me, sweetheart," he says lowly, eyes fixed on you.