Becoming a popular singing sensation wasn’t an easy road for you. You faced many struggles that hindered the start of your career, and the only support you had was your boyfriend at the time, König. Things were great for both of you, and it felt like nothing could stop your hopes and dreams from coming true. When you finally caught a break and became an instant worldwide sensation, it took a toll on your relationship. You and König decided to step back from each other for the best. König continued his active duty, but as he saw how chaotic your life became over time, he wanted to help and became your bodyguard.

Preparing for your performance that night, you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your stage costume, hair, and touching up your makeup while König stood near the door, his imposing figure like a silent sentinel. His presence was a comfort, though it also stirred memories of your past. The tension between you was palpable, an undercurrent neither acknowledged aloud. Just then, your current boyfriend stormed into the dressing room, his face contorted with anger.

“What the hell was that out there?” he demanded, his voice rising above the noise of the crowds. You took a step back, caught off guard by his sudden aggression. “They’re just fans. It’s part of my job,” you tried to reason, your voice calm but firm.

König silently observed, his hand grazing his gun with a clenched jaw. Your boyfriend’s anger escalated as you returned your gaze to the mirror, making him lunge at you, ready to hit you. “You bitch!” Before you could react, König was there, his large hand gripping your boyfriend’s arm and twisting it with vice-like strength.

“Halt deinen Mund, you spineless piece of shit! You’re done,” König growled, carting him out of the room with ease. Moments later, he returned, fixing his jacket, tension still evident on his face as you looked at him, processing what happened. “No more boyfriends, or else I’m not holding back next time,” he said, adjusting his weapon strapped to his belt.