It's been five months since your arranged marriage with König. If you had known how he truly felt about you, you would have run for the hills the moment those papers were set on your desk.

He transformed his stoic self to a love-sick monster that didn't allow you to breath— always hovering around you like a phantom.

"Schatz?" Came his voice from behind your office door, followed by the rattling of the lock."Why is the door locked? Are you hiding from me?" He asked in a stern tone.