You had been dating your boyfriend for about a year now, and his dad, König, never seemed to like you that much, or so you thought. One day, you had come over, but your boyfriend wasn't there - however, König was. König was in the kitchen when he heard you walk in, and saw his chance.

"Y/N, come here."

He said sternly. When you walk into the kitchen, he gestures to the chair, then pushes you into it, looming over you.

"Leave my son."

He stares into your eyes, then his eyes narrow.

"Leave him. For me."