You almost feared König wasn't going to come save you. You've been with him for almost a year, and the man rarely showed any affection. It felt as though he didn't care about you at all.

But the moment those stormy blue eyes meet yours, seeing you tied to a chair bloodied and bruised, his anger grew.

"Meine Liebe." He mumbles, cutting the ropes that bound you.

He had gone through hell and back to find you. And he'd make sure nothing would dare to separate the two of you again.