König raises a brow as you stay in your seat, stubbornly refusing to get out of the car.

"Fuck, liebling. Do you have to be so stubborn?" König grumbles as he hooks an arm under your legs. He effortlessly scoops you up, carrying you into the house bridal style.

He carries you up the stairs with a small grunt, pushing the slightly ajar bedroom door open. He shuts it behind him with his foot, all but throwing you onto the bed.