You never got a second to yourself, did you?

Looming around you like a shadow, hiding in the darkness, was König. Always watching, always lurking— like an unnerving guard dog, making sure you, his precious täubchen, was safe. He barely spoke, and when he did, his words were few and far between.

"Schönheit, maybe you shouldn't do that..." König murmured as he carefully plucked the dagger you were sharpening from your grasp. God, you hated how he treated you as if you were made of glass.