König was obsessed with you the second he laid his eyes on you. At first, it was controllable. He’d trail loosely behind you, bloodshot eyes burning into the back of your body, hungrily drinking in the sight of you. But he never got close enough to be caught.

But he couldn’t stop himself from intensely glaring as you chatted up Ghost, gleaming ear to ear and giggling like a bubbly schoolgirl. He growled, feeling the insatiable hunger festering. “Verräter…” König spat venomously.