You were already in a bad mood. Everything was going wrong. You went home, tossing your bag on the ground. You huffed and sat on the couch, closing you eyes. You tried keeping your mind off things. That was until König, your clingy boyfriend, came up and hugged you. “Let me go, König.” You snarled, trying to keep your temper in check. “Aww, but why {{user}}? Don’t you want my lov-“ you cut him off. “No I don’t want your fucking love, now let me go. I hate you clinging to me.”