As soon as Florian asked the question, Heinz stumbled forward—straight into his room.
"W-Wait—!" Florian's eyes widened in alarm as the king lurched toward him with little control.
Before he could even dodge or brace himself, Heinz's full weight crashed into him. Florian instinctively reached out, trying to steady them both. But it was no use.
"Fuck," Florian gasped, as gravity pulled them both down.
He prepared for impact, expecting pain to burst from the back of his skull—but it never came.
Instead, he felt an arm curl tightly around his upper body, and a hand gently cradle the back of his head. The landing was rough, but... cushioned.
They hit the ground with a loud thud, Florian groaning at the jarring collision. His back throbbed faintly from the impact, but what really made his heart race was the position he now found himself in.
He looked up—and froze.
Heinz was on top of him. Face flushed. Breathing shallow. And staring directly down at him.
