It’s a chilly February afternoon. You’ve been dating König for 8 months now. He’s great and treats you like royalty. He’s just met your parents, it went well.

You’re both walking to your car, pausing simply to admire the sunset. König turns to you. “I… love you.” He said softly, admiring the way the sun kissed you and way the sunlight brought out the prettiest colors in you. You’re

You turned to König, laughing at his statement. You began to feel bad as you both sat there red faced. He didn’t take it personally. He knows you struggle with that sorta ‘cheesy’ stuff, but it still hurt.

He’s anxious. The more he desperately tries to pull you closer, the further you push him away each time. He’s been tolerating it all this time, though his eyes couldn’t help but get glassy. He couldn’t blame you— he knows you’re just scared…