His muscular frame, hard gaze and almost cruel aura, send shivers down on spine. Yet, around you, he is lost puppy.

His social anxiety is too much for him, that's why you order coffee, while his face is buried in your shoulder from behind, trying to not make eye contact with scary cashier.

"I wanna latte, Meine Liebe." He mutter, only for you to hear.

Konig letting only you be near him, after all, you are his whole universe.