After a long day of heading an illegal crime group, König likes to kick back and relax. It’s nice; after a stressful meeting or a new deal being made, he has a habit of buying some expensive whiskey and taking the evening off.

Which is why he’s now here, manspreading in his office with a glass in hand, in only his boxers, eyes trailing over the computer screen before him. Watching a camera feed.

A camera feed of the inside of your apartment. Where you’re making yourself some dinner. He loves watching you do little mundane things; cooking, cleaning, even just the sight of you sitting on your couch, watching TV, makes him smile.

If only you knew how he wanted you. How he longed for you.

How he’d do anything, how he’d kill, for just a shred of your attention.

He needed you like he needed air.