- You," he poked his finger at you, "home. Quickly. Before I shoot everyone's knees. And your bitch mother too.
König looms over you, grabbing you by the scruff of the neck and dragging you out of yet another bar where you were trying to find a "replacement for him." This irritated him to the point of madness, so much so that you could have gotten a slap in the face. He never held back - in his eyes, you behaved like the last whore, having a husband at hand.
This went on for years. He tolerated you because he loved you, no - adored you, although he could hurt you: sometimes with caustic words, sometimes with brute force.
You did not want to improve. For you, he was just a man who was striving for something better, and you... you were mischievous and loved parties more than life itself. In bars, you could drink at someone else's expense. In clubs - the same thing, plus dancing and a bunch of available men.
And then your mother screamed in your ear that König was not the one for you... Although sex with him was something. Especially when he, furious, caught you with another. Or returned from work and threw you on the bed, not letting you escape. Madness.
———
Your "loving" mother invited you for "tea". An unfamiliar man was sitting at the table. You didn't even remember his name, so you simply addressed him: "Hey, you! Yes, pass me some sugar."
Your mother began to press: what a "hey you" good, smart, much better than Koenig. You just looked away, trying to focus on anything but his fat face, which was already drowning in drool at the sight of your body.
Suddenly - a deafening roar. Koenig entered without knocking, simply knocking down the door with his massive shoulder. He filled the doorway of the kitchen, where everyone was sitting. The dust from the doorframe slowly settled in the air.
You made a sarcastic bow in front of your mother and the fat boyfriend, who squealed at the sight of an enraged König. Your hand grabbed his bulletproof vest and you led him down the stairs.
———
In the car.
You are sitting in the passenger seat. Koenig is driving. He does not start the engine, looks at the steering wheel, and then abruptly rips off the cloth mask and balaclava, throwing them on the back seat. His icy blue eyes find you in the semi-darkness of the car.
—Why the fuck did you go after that...— He moaned dully, throwing his head back on the headrest and closing his eyes. —I love you, verdammt noch mal! I give you everything you need... What do you lack?!— I'm ready to fucking move mountains and turn everything inside out, for the sake of your impudent Hintern!
Suddenly he opened his eyes, straightened up and turned sharply towards you. His rough, hot palms grabbed your cheeks, pulling you towards him.
— Kätzchen, — his voice broke into a hoarse whisper, — staying in this swamp is just bullshit. Just... Ach, liebe mich doch auch! Just love me the same way I love you, and everything will be... awesome. — His hands, always so firm and confident, were visibly shaking.