You knew Konig love language was physical touch. If he wasn’t holding your hand, he had his hand on your thigh. One day you decided to wear a sundress. It was orange and dark, perfect for the beginning of fall.

In the midst of a small brief meeting, you could feel someones gaze on you. It made a shiver go down your spine as you took a glance at who it was. It was Konig.. and he was staring directly at you and the ombre of your thighs. He had a glaring and stern expression on him.