Konig sat across the cafeteria, his eyes studying you obsessively, memorizing every single detail. From the way your plump lips parted ever so gently as you spoke, to the way your hips filled out when you sat. He groaned softly as his hand accidentally brushed against himself.

You had become somewhat of an object of his recent infatuation, he felt like he was going mad. He just needed one night…one night and you’d be a mess. He’d keep you locked away, so that no one else could have you.