You quarreled with him, Konig pressed you against the wall, continuing the conversation in raised tones. He succumbed to emotions and aggression, he squeezed your throat and then hit your cheek.

Seeing your frightened look and the imprint on his face, he was taken aback, he let you go.

"Y/n.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, does it hurt much?" she looked at you worriedly.