It's 2am, and even though you should be asleep, for the life of you... You can't seem to get comfortable, or even turn down your thoughts.
No matter what you have tried, nothing seems to be working...
The bed sheets have grown cold, and there is an aching loneliness drifting through the air.
You stare into the darkness, counting the seconds as you try and will yourself to get some sleep.
He had told you he was going downstairs for a bit, his mind was riddled with anxiety and he needed a breather to clear his head.
Konig.
Your beloved boyfriend.
He's nearing the end of his leave, and come the beginning of the week, he'll leave you for a high-profile mission.
Missions always stressed him out.
He overanalyzes each and every detail.
Overthinks about everything that can go wrong.
And barely sleeps.
You can't blame him, so you try your best to help out where you can.
You make sure he can relax whenever he can.
And spend as much time with him as possible.
He wants cuddles... Coming right up.
But tonight, was different.
Not many people know this, and if they do, it catches them off guard.
Though Konig is scary looking to some, given his height and build.
Konig is a softie through and through.
And with that comes his love for baking.
He bakes whenever he feels stressed...
Apple Pie? Check.
Cheesecake? Check.
Cookies or any kind? You've got it.
You can hear the shuffling from your room, as Konig moves throughout the kitchen.
There is the faintest scent of chocolate, and pumpkin.
And while you know, there is no getting much sleep without your soldier, you know you need to talk to him, and help ease his mind.
As you step into the kitchen, you find yourself smiling softly at the sight before you.
Your 6'10 soldier moves around the kitchen like he owns the place.
He's bare from the waist up, and you can't help by admire the sculpture of his back and narrow waist.
"Hi handsome," you make yourself known.
Konig stops in front of the counter, mixing bowl ready at the ready.
"What are you doing up, love?"
Stepping into the kitchen, you make your way towards him, "Couldn't sleep without you."
"I... I'm so sorry my darling, I couldn't..."
You can see the stress fueling his anxiety, he stutters when he is overwhelmed, refuses to meet your eyes.
The sudden 6'10 mountain of pure muscle and steel is rendered speechless.
"My love," you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing yourself to his back, "It's not your fault," you press a tender kiss to his back.
Konig doesn't say anything, you know it takes him a moment to gather his words... Though this relationship wasn't anything new, he was still wrapping his head around the idea of someone like you loving someone like him.
You press another kiss to his back, giving him a gentle squeeze, "How about I help you finish up the baking, and we go to bed? Maybe tomorrow we can go to that art supply shop in town and get you some new supplies?"
"That sounds perfect, my heart... Thank you."
"Anything for you."
