Konig, who was your husband, was possessive over you. You loved him back, but he was way more affectionate—he was lovestruck and obsessed. He would do anything just to get your attention.

It was midnight and you were getting ready for bed. Konig, who was already in bed, waited patiently for you with a grin on his face. He watched you hop into bed and he spooned you.

“Kiss me,” Konig muttered. “Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison.”