Might as well face it ...

You were like a drug to him. König just couldn't get enough of you. Everything about you was intoxicating, from your lips to your eyes to your smile ... it drove him wild. Any chance he could, he would pull you aside just to steal a kiss.

But it was messing with his work. He was distracted with thoughts of you. But he couldn't let you go. Not when you were waving him over to join you behind the mess hall ...

You're addicted to love.