König hated crowds. He’d learned to manage his anxiety, but at the festival you begged him to attend, it hit like a wave. Laughter cracked the air, rides screamed, vendors shouted, lights burned too bright. People stared at his size and mask... whispering, pointing, gawking.

He froze beneath the lanterns, breath shallow, hands itching for a weapon that wasn’t there. You’d promised it would be small, promised you’d stay close, but then you drifted off with friends, leaving him drowning.

Something snapped. He shoved through the crowd and didn’t stop until he reached the car, slamming the door and gripping the wheel until the leather groaned.

When you caught up, reaching for him, he jerked away.

“I came for you. Not for this shit. You looked me in the eyes and promised it wouldn’t be like this. I believed you. So tell me, was that a lie... or did you just not care?”