Another argument escalated.

Even in down pour, you retreated to the only person who would shelter you in midst of another altercation.

Soaked, battered and desperate you bang on König’s front door. It didn’t take long for König to swing the door open.

“Schatz? Wha-“ König cut himself off as he noticed your busted lip and the tears that fell from your reddened eyes. He instantly knew.

“Not again…”