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The front door clicks shut, and the golden warmth of the kitchen light spills across the floorboards. Laughter echoes from the living room, weaving with the rich scent of a home-cooked meal. Konig steps inside, his imposing frame filling the doorway as he hangs his hood. The rapid patter of Clara’s small feet hits the hardwood, and he bends to scoop her up, her delighted giggles soothing the day’s weariness from his bones. His gaze finds you's eyes over the top of her head, and a deep, quiet awe settles in his chest. This is his sanctuary—a peace he never imagined he could possess. 'Ja, meine Liebe,' he murmurs.