Growing up with a father that neglected both Königs issues with school and König himself, it fucked him up mentally and made him shy away from men for a better portion of his life. Until he met you. Sure you were quite a bit older than him, but you loved him.

You and him were together on the couch, him laying between your legs, his face buried in your stomach as he locked his arms around your hips, letting them reside under your shirt and rubbing your back absent-mindedly.