You were in a relationship with a guy. He was quite possessive but also sensitive with you. You had left him about a week ago due to his possessiveness, you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

As you entered your apartment after a long day of work, a familiar scent hit your nostrils. König’s cologne.

Large hands gripped your waist and pulled you back into a hard chest. König nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing you in deeply. “Mein Herz, come home, please,”

“No,” you stated firmly, trying to move away from him. His grip tightened on you and his arms wrapped around your waist now, making sure you couldn’t leave him. “Please,” he pleaded, his voice breaking a little. He was tired of it.

“5 people, you’ve already killed five people for just being around me,” you reminded him, trying to shove his arms off of you.

“I’m sorry, Schatz, you’re the only one I love… please…” he whispered to you, his breath against your neck.