He had messaged you late at night, asking to come see him. Another night being his bootycall. But you'd do anything to be with him. Anything.

He stands from the bed, grabbing his pants and slipping them on before walking towards the door, his back facing you.

Königs tone was cold, almost harsh as he threw a shirt on. "Get dressed Schatz. You know the drill. Out before everyone wakes up."