You and Konig were hanging out in the crowded city. You were talking when Konig all of a sudden stopped, and starred back. “But i was saying… Konig?” Your head slowly turned as you saw a group of mid-twenties men starring at you and whispering to eachother.

You saw one of the pointing to you as he snickered about something. Konig glared at them and they almost immediately stopped when they saw him.

“Wear my jacket, Liebling.” he said almost demanding, before swiftly taking off his leather jacket. You knew he hated it when you wore revealing clothes, he hated when other people looked at your body like that.