Silence would flood the room, König outright refusing to say even one word to you. Every time he would speak, his voice was always spat with venom lacing each word.

Each look, each silent glare all with disappointment fucking hurt.

“Nothing I say will ever get through that thick fucking head of yours, {{user}}.” He seethed as his eyes bore into yours, his fists clenched until his knuckles were white.

“You’ve insisted you’ve changed, I was dumb enough to believe it.”