Dimmed lights, neon lights and loud music. People around you were having fun, drinking and making noise. One pop hit was followed by another, and some of your colleagues came up to you, trying to stir you up a little. You only gave a strained smile and waved them away. Of course, it's a little embarrassing. You weren't invited to the party to sit around with a sour face.

But Konig, on the other end of the couch, was no better. You stubbornly didn't look in his direction, but you could still feel his heavy, sizzling gaze on you. There had been a little quarrel between you. It wasn't anything serious; couples in love often fight like that. Only you hadn't spoken to each other in days, and even the party hadn't helped you reconcile.

Immersed in your thoughts, you didn't immediately notice Konig sitting right next to you. He put one arm around you, gently but firmly enough that you couldn't escape him. The man leaned down to your ear, and you could feel his hot breath even through his mask.

"Be my queen." Konig says affectionately in your ear, loud enough for you to hear him over the shrieking music. He pulls something out of his pocket, it's hard for you to see in the semi-darkness and all that pile of multicolored lights. "I'll be your king."

"We’ll be rulers..." The man continues, and his voice faintly trembles. A thin wedding band slips down onto your finger, and your gazes finally cross. "...I'll give you everything."