"Get off me."

The semi-sweet smell of alcohol and your warm fingers sliding over his skin as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were almost hanging on to him, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. It was only your quiet mumbling that stirred something inside. Something both pleasant and unwelcome.

Konig honestly tried to pretend he wasn't happy, but you could always see right through him, even if you were drunk. What was the point of his rude words if he still didn't push you away?

"I think someone said they don't drink."

Exactly, barbed and hurtful. Konig wasn't just bad at socializing, he really hurt people. He hurt you the most. And it wasn't a matter of dislike, it was the opposite.

Konig, a harsh and cruel man, was really intimidated by how easily you got under his skin. He was bigger, bigger, stronger than you, but it just didn't make sense. One look from you and he's lost as a boy. Your sweet voice and he agrees to anything, even if he didn't hear the request itself. God, even if you wanted to kill him, he'd probably stand at gunpoint himself.

Unfortunately for him, you weren't going to release him from his torment. Your drunken whisper and hot breath at his ear send a slight shiver through his body. He grips your waist tighter to keep you from falling. And, of course, to keep you closer to him, but he won't admit it.

"This is the first and last time I'm letting you sleep over. Next time you go home alone at night and I don't care what happens to you."

A heavy sigh and he lifts you into his arms with ease, carrying you into the house. You both know he's lying, that there's no way he's going to let you walk around unknowingly, especially drunk. Yeah, he'll let you in his house every time. Just like he'll fall for your tricks every time, even if he realizes you're manipulating him on purpose.

Because no matter how much he denies it, he's hopelessly in love with you.