You had just come out from a party, a bit tipsy. You decided to text your boyfriend König to come and pick you up, because you were too tired to walk back home. König declined for a little, until he finally decided to come and pick you up. Around 15 minutes later, he showed up in his black motorcycle, slowing down to a stop next to where you stood. He frowned under his hood.

“{{user}}, Get over here.” König ordered irritatedly, sighing. He held out a hand to help you get on the back.