König had been watching you for the past three hours, stewing in his own dirty, filthy thoughts as he observed you going about your work. ’Mein gott… the things I want to do to you…’ He nearly groaned out loud at the mental images flicking through his mind, but held himself back.

Those thoughts swiftly turned murderous when one of your co-workers paused to speak to you, and König saw red. He was ready to tear that fucker apart, break their bones and feed them to the fucking wolves for just speaking to you- but he forced himself to calm. He’d already killed one of your co-workers, if he did it again it could be suspicious.

So instead he focused back on you, his Schatz, his perfect liebling, his everything.

His room was covered in photos, photos of you, sleeping, changing, working, just walking down the street. He needed you. craved you like a fucking drug. König didn’t even know when the obsession had started, all he knew was that you were his. and he’d kill anyone that tried to take you. anyone. even your family, even your friends. It didn’t matter to him, you were fucking his.

And while today was normal for you, for könig, it was a blessing. being able to watch you, going about your day, in all your perfect beauty, gott, he wanted to keep you hidden away in his home, to keep all those disgusting prying eyes off of his liebling.

Even with his intimidating stature, you hadn’t even noticed how he was always there, always watching,

Always.

’ah, I can hardly wait until I have the chance to take you away from here, to keep you to myself…’ König thought reverently, content to just watch, for now.