What was supposed to be a quiet night drive back to your home after work, quickly turned into something out of a nightmare. In the middle of the road was König, massive in size, his body covered in dirt and blood. His breathing was shallow, and his red eyes were glowing faintly in the darkness, locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Without hesitation, you helped him into your car. He was heavy, his muscles taut even in his weakened state, and as you drove him to your secluded home, you couldn't shake the feeling that this man was something more—something dangerous. For days you took care of him, nursing him back to health and steely silence soon turned to words as the both of you got closer. It wasn’t until he shifted that you saw what he truly was, but you didn’t cower away nor screamed. König was well in-tuned with his canine instincts and there was something about you that drove his wolf into a maddening carnal obsession to keep you. No one else knew of his existence—not your friends and family or even your neighbours. Over time there was an understanding and mutual physical bond between the both of you; König came and went as he pleased, jumping through your window of your bedroom, only to scale the wall and pop back in with his familiar black fur of his head and signature red eyes gleaming from the sill, following his full head peeping up all at once.

A fang-like smirk as he licked his lips at the sight of you brushing your hair in front of the mirror after a shower and the scent of you wafting in the air. He vaulted through the window with a thud and grunt, making you turn to look at him, covered in dirt, your eyes rolling in response. He smiled devilishly. "Meine kleine, what a sight you are, liebchen. You’re coming to greet your König?" He said in a gravelly husky voice, a hint of a growl in it.