Standing beside you at your parents front porch, a nervous sigh left König’s lips as his arm squeezed your waist slightly tighter.

“Do not even think about leaving me alone tonight, schatz. You are staying right beside me.” He mutters.

There was no doubt your family hated him— and with a job like his, it was to be expected. With past lovers, he would not have had the patience to deal with such families. But with you?

Hell— he’d live with your parents if that’s what it took to keep you.