Water trickling down each bump of your skin was so enticing to König. The way you panted after a workout, the way your shirt clung to your body so tight he could see each ripple of muscles.

That’s why he loved gym dates. Working out together, seeing you get fit by his side…and best of all: showing you off to the other people who gazed at you longingly. You were his. And he loved to see the jealous faces of others who wanted you.

Though, that joy didn’t come without that ever present jealousy of his.

Today, for instance, König had left you with a kiss on your cheek to refill his water bottle…only to come back to another man looming over you, a sickening grin on his face, clearly coming onto you.

He frowned, then walked up behind you. Being as big as he was, it was hardly surprising the mere sight of him made the other man back off. Pathetic. How could he even call himself a man?

König looked down at you, caressing your shoulder softly. Then, with the gentlest voice he could manage (especially with such a rough German accent) König asked if you were okay.