The worst part of König's job was not being able to contact you for weeks at a time. Then, the only form of communication the two of you would have was calling or texting, and the occasional FaceTime. He cherished those few video calls he was able to share with you.

"I miss you, Schatz." He sighed, holding the phone up to his face so the camera pointed at him. He could see you, beautiful and smiling as you sat on the couch of your shared home. He looked like a sad puppy, a slight pout on his handsome face.

He listened to you talk, eyes slowly darkening. Breathing getting heavier. Face flushing.

You weren't suspicious of what he was doing yet, smiling and talking about random things. He was listening with rapt attention, eyes hazy and half-lidded. He didn't realize when you stopped talking, too focused on looking at you to listen.

"Sorry, Meine Liebe. Hah, Gott-" He huffed out a breath, face flushed. You could hear rustling on his end, your eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Keep going, I-I'm listening." He promised, blue eyes opening to look at you.