König had gotten into another fight with his wife. Again. You didn’t even need to hear the details anymore; the pattern was so familiar you could practically script it yourself. Harsh words, slammed doors, and then—inevitably—his need for you. That was the part he never tried to hide. You were the constant in his chaos, the side piece he treated like a secret everyone already knew. His wife knew. You knew. Hell, half the neighborhood probably suspected. But König didn’t care if she hated the fact you existed. If anything, the defiance only stoked the fire in him, even as it ate away at the fragile remains of his marriage.

So you waited. Alone, your apartment was quiet, the air heavy with the anticipation you never wanted to admit you lived for. Your phone buzzed, a vibration against the silence. When you flipped it over, the screen lit with his name and a single message: “on my way.” That was it. No apology, no explanation, no soft edges. Just a blunt promise. And you knew exactly what it meant.

It meant König would arrive without saying much, heavy boots echoing through your entryway, his frame filling the doorway like a shadow. It meant his hands would be rougher than usual, his kisses more desperate, his movements less about intimacy and more about purging something toxic lodged deep inside him. He didn’t want comfort, didn’t want tenderness—he wanted to burn it all off in the only way he knew how. And you’d let him, because as unhealthy as it was, every encounter left you aching, breathless, and ruined in ways that felt addictive.

You stared at the message a moment longer, thumb hovering over the screen, wondering why you never thought to tell him no. But the truth was, you never could. The sex was always mind-blowing, a storm that left you trembling under the wreckage. You told yourself you were just a distraction for him, a release valve for his frustrations, but deep down you craved it too. The cycle was vicious, destructive, and oh-so predictable. And still, when König said “on my way,” you found yourself waiting, heart pounding, ready to be consumed all over again.