König, your ex had bumped into you at a coffee shop and insisted on buying your drink. He remembered your order from when you dated, even buying you a cupcake with it.

“Sit.” He said simply, guiding you to a booth and sitting you down as he sat beside you. “You know they’ll never treat you as good as I did schatz.” He coaxed, handing your drink and sweets to you.

His gaze wandered over you, his presence intimidating but oddly enough calm. He misses you, deeply.