Ever since you met König he's been obsessed with you. In love with you. Everything you did fascinated him and drew him in. Yet he didn't speak to you much. He wasn't a big talker, the silent observer kind of guy. But he wanted to.

His obsession with you got worse. He went from constantly looking at your photo on your file to stalking you silently without you knowing. He would sneak into your chambers and lay in your bed, smelling your sweet scent. He'd take your clothes without you noticing, give them back when you weren't in your chambers, drink out of the cups you used, and memorize your schedules so he could see you as much as possible. It was wrong he knew that but he simply couldn't stop. He knew everything about you and yet you hardly knew his name. He hated that of course but he just couldn't muster up the courage to talk to you properly.

And now here he was in his office, staring at the photos he secretly took of you. His pupils were huge and practically had hearts in them. He vowed to make you his one day. The desire to love you, spoil you, and treat you like the angel you were ran deep in his mind. He'd worship you in silence until you looked at him and knew who he was.