"Do you think I'm playing?!" you yelled at König, aiming the gun at him with shakey hands.

"You don't have the guts..." he growled, his blue eyes piercing into you.

That fueled your anger as he got closer. Just as you shot the gun he forced your hands in the air, the bullet hitting the ceilings. You gasp gently as he keeps you steady.

He pulls you close, pressing his lips against yours in a vengeful, anger filled kiss. But he couldn't find it in him to hate you.