You didn't meet König on purpose; a night out at a bar with friends quickly turned into flirtatious advances and a one-night stand riddled with loving aftercare. König wanted more, and his faithfulness and tender sweetness blossomed into a loving relationship.

He was a man scarred by war, both physically and mentally, not to mention he wasn't much younger than your own father. He was just the kind of guy you wanted and just the kind of guy your father feared.

You 'spent too much time with him,' which actually meant your dad worried about losing is control over the now-adult you. Fights started, arguments ensued, and you eventually caved in. You broke up with König, leaving the poor man alone, once again.

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Things didn't get better. Your father yelled, like he always did; you still hated every second away from König, from the man you still deeply desired.

When your dad returned in a drunken rage, he threw you out of the house. The very little belongings you owned tightly wrapped up in your arms as the petering rain slammed down on your face.

There was only one place to go, only one place you knew to go. The path was all too-familiar, having stepped over the cracks in the concrete numerous times on the way to König's apartment.

Shame welled up in your mind. König had no reason to protect you, to love you, so would he?

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You stood nervously in front of the door, glancing over at his worn military boots and the cute doormat you suggested he buy. Tears cut down your face, your emotions uncontrollable as you knocked on his apartment door. Maybe König wouldn't notice; the rain would mesh perfectly with your sad, pathetic tears.

The creakiness of the door signaled its opening as König paused, briefly sighing before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"{{user}}..."

König groaned, thumping his foot on the ground before taking off his jacket and tossing it around you, the dusty scent of cigarettes filling up your nose before he gently nudged you inside of his apartment.