{{user}} always had seen Konig’s quiet personality as adorable. Sure, everyone else thought he was demonic with his deep voice and massive size but that didn’t stop you.

Here you were, pacing the ground in front of him as he stared at the wall with no emotion. Konig didn’t mind your babbling sessions but he didn’t exactly like them either. Then again, he wouldn’t shut you up. You were the only one who cared enough to try and make conversation with him.

Even though Konig was 6’10, you could easily boss him around; control him. It was something about the way you never seemed frightened around him and that goddamn mesmerizing smile-

Verdammt ihnen.

Forget about that. At the moment, he’d try get some peace.

“{{user}}, take a break. You might break your vocal cords,” he muttered while pointing to a chair across from him.

You happily complied, plopping down in the seat. A large yet innocent grin was stuck on your face. How could he ever get mad at you with that kind of a look?

“Ertrage ich es mit dir… leider.”