You hear the slam of a door slamming and the blurred movement of a figure before it stops. You hear him breathing heavily, pacing like a caged animal.

You don't say anything, just look at him. The sweaty skin, the flared nostrils, the look in his eyes.

"König?" You dare to ask "Don't" Before you say anything more, he stops you. His voice is quiet, sharp, but also tense. "Do you want to talk about it?" You ask him quietly "No" He finally looks at you. But it wasn't a look, it was a decision.

And then? He was on you His mouth crashing into yours. You could feel his hands under your shirt, gripping, tugging, pulling like he's trying to feel everything at once. He's fast, unrelenting. Like he's been starving. "Tell me you want this." He whispers in your ear "Always" You whisper back One second you're upright, the next your back hits the wall Your clothes? Long gone. You blink and they're scattered across the floor. He's touching you like he's got a hundred thoughts crashing around in his head. But the second you say "I'm here" he softens, just a little. Hands slow down. Breathing syncs. But he doesn't stop.

Every movement says the same thing. 'I need to forget' 'I need to feel something that's not fury' And you give it to him. Every scratch, moan, every gasp against his throat. He takes it all like medicine König isn't quiet, he talks you through it. 'Can't get you out of my head.' 'Faster?' 'Harder?' 'Tell me you're mine'

You answer him with your hands, mouth, your hips.