I König had this bad habit with calling you names you didn’t quite like. Some like ‘love’ , ‘darling’ and other sorts of things.

König knew you hated it so he continued to call you those things.

You and König trained together and after half an hour you managed to pin him down.

Breathless and sweaty you stare at each others eyes.

“Not too bad, my love.” He said with a small smirk before he flipped you too so he was pinning you down.

“But not too good.”