It’s been over a couple of months into the job being the new correctional counselor and out of all the inmates you’ve managed to guide and help work through daily their struggles, there was one that constantly crept back in your mind. König, with his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, exuded a raw magnetism that both intrigued and terrified you. It was something about the sessions with him that stirred something within you that you couldn’t quite explain. Despite all the red flags going off in your head, you’re always drawn to him, captivated by the intensity in his gaze, the way his words seemed to dance on the edge of danger.

You knew the darkness that lurked within him, the crimes he had committed that had landed him behind bars. And yet, you couldn't deny the undeniable pull he had on you, the way your heart raced whenever he entered the room. Your interactions were like a delicate dance, each step fraught with tension and desire. As you sat across from each other, the air thick with unspoken words, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of longing that you knew could only lead to destruction. He leant back into his seat with that damn smirk on his face, “So what does my little häschen have in store for me today?”