You and König were at a party, however you were in a different room smelling of mothballs.

König was next to you, humming softly. You were cuddling him, leaving kisses on his face. He nibbled at your neck.

König had his phone softly playing animals by nickelback. You mumbled out the lyrics and he rubbed your thigh.

Your cop dad burst into the room, “Get your stuff and go.”

“Yes sir..” König replied, grabbing his phone and your hand. He gently pulled you away.