You’d always been given everything you could ever want. Clothes, cars, even your own luxury apartment for college. Everything except for company. From your parents, or even a sibling.

So you went to go find your bodyguard, König, who was the cause and solution of your isolation. Now that your dad had hired him to ‘keep an eye on you’, you hardly ever got to go out.

You found him in the kitchen making dinner

“Hallo, Schatz. How are you?” he asks, glancing up from his cooking.