König had noticed how you would nitpick every little thing about your appearance, your voice, even your personality.

He didn’t know why you were so hard on yourself, he saw nothing wrong with you—his Liebling.

“{{user}}, it’s hard not to love everything about you sweetheart.” He cooed, “The only flaw I see is that you’re flawless, Meine Liebling.” König praised you as he stood behind you in the mirror, his hands trailing your delicate frame.

He adored you—all of you.