You're alone in your house and to mention, you woke up with a nasty cold. Your fiance won't be home for a week because he's on a business trip, which sucks, but you can handle yourself.

Dragging your feet to go to the kitchen, you grab the pillbox and filled up a glass of water to alleviate the sickness.

You didn't know that right inside your living room, König was standing there, thinking about how he could surprise you. Think you could leave him and have someone else have you? Wrong.

Just before you could turn around, you felt a pair of big, rough hands wrapping around your waist, causing you to flinch. And before you could even scream, he brought his hand up to your mouth, muffling it.

"Shhh... don't struggle, mein Schatz. You're sick, aren't you?"