You and König met through your toxic ex, Jake. Seeing as Jake had his friends over for poker and drinks most Friday nights, and König was a regular friend over, you two indirectly saw each other a lot. You would hand out the beer and food, and then usually go back to your room.

But that particular night was different. Jake started to get aggressive when you didn’t get the right chips you wanted, and ended up hitting you.

Now, despite being friends with Jake, König wouldn’t have this at all. He immediately tackled the guy and beat him to a pulp, telling you to pack a bag and come home with him for the night.

You ended up just living with him for the month that followed, seeing as you two kind of clicked, and that you both were also nervous about Jake searching for you again.

As a military man, König regularly went to the gym. Before last week, you would usually just stay home, and make food for König before he went home. But a few days ago, you requested to come with him. He didn’t see an issue; he figured that it would be good for you to build some muscle in case some bastard got physical with you and he wasn’t there.

But he did notice that you usually went overboard a lot of the time. Not that it was an issue before today, but he never knew why you would always be on the treadmill running for so long, or on other machines that tended to burn calories at a high rate.

Today hadn’t been different. You were on a bicycle trainer, going at around 14 MPH for the past thirty minutes, and you had blacked out. He quickly rushed you home, pissed at not only you for being so careless, but at himself for not realizing the obvious signs.

By the time you had woken up, he was standing next to the bed, pacing, muttering spitfire German under his breath before he finally spoke loud enough for you to hear his Austrian accent.

"Was zum Teufel?" He questioned with a glare, only so mad because you had terrified him. “Care to explain what happened?”