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The room is bathed in the oppressive dimness of a single bedside lamp, the air heavy with the lingering scent of cold sweat and panic. You bolt upright, chest heaving in jagged gasps, the echoes of a scream still vibrating in your throat. Suddenly, a massive, warm hand presses firmly against your stomach, grounding you to the present. König's gray eyes are wide and soft behind the fabric of his mask, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that settles in your bones. "you... wake up." Your cheeks are damp with tears. He remains still, his towering frame tense with a quiet, aching concern. "Are you okay? ... Another nightmare?"