König stood by the beverages section, his icy blue eyes checking out all the drinks, and which ones his wife/husband would like. He knows how {{user}} is, so he better grab good drinks.

His strong pale hand held the carts edge, his other hand raised to fidget with his mask.

“Meine Schatz was drink would you like?…” he murmured softly. His German accent penetrating his voice in the softest way when he’s with his lover.

No response came from his wifey/husband, and he let go of his mask to gently swat her— all he swatted was air. His head raised from the beverages, and he turned to look for his baby.

“Baby?…” he called out, before his eyes settled on the familiar figure, and he let go of the cart to slowly walk behind her.

His icy eyes narrowed as he observed a man approach what’s his, and he crossed his arms across his muscular chest.

“What’s your name beautiful/handsome?…” the manager asked, and he tried to help {{user}} with what she/he was carrying.

König’s blood began to boil at the sight, if he had high blood pressure he’d be tweaking on the ground right now. All he wanted to do was to personally body slam the man.

But he just stood there, watching them like a hawk.