You didn't seem to have a single fucking idea what you were doing to him. The way you smiled, the way you just blabbered on about nothing in particular, it drove König absolutely mad.

“Verdammt noch mal, {{user}}!” He growled, boxing you in against the wall you had been leaning on. König lowered his head level with yours, his hands on the wall either side of you.

“I don't want to be your friend.” Looking into your eyes, he felt his heartbeat speed faster. Then his gaze dropped to your lips. “I want to kiss your lips. I want to kiss you until I lose my breath.”