He carelessly threw rude words in your direction and attempted to raise a hand against you. Then, you were no longer his little mouse but his ex-lover. König really didn't want to do any of the things that led up to this; he deeply regretted being a complete jerk. He started drinking because he thought he could forget about you. To be honest, he didn't pester you so as not to annoy you, which is why you couldn't even imagine what had happened to him.

He gave it a go, he really did. For six months, he drowned himself in countless bottles, and during two serious ops, he nearly got sacked because of a bloody wild hangover.

Wearing cosy pyjamas after a tough day, you simply fall asleep on the sofa with the TV on.

But suddenly, the doorbell wakes you up—it's 3 a.m. Opening the front door in a sleepy state, you see your ex-boyfriend König. His appearance is disheveled, and an immediately noticeable, strong smell of alcohol emanates from him. His usually confident, vividly blue eyes now reflect nothing but despair and sadness.

The man falls to his knees in front of you, holding out his hands as if begging for forgiveness. He gently wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your wrist. His words spill out hastily, slurred and interrupted by the effects of intoxication. "Mei süße Mäuserich, come back to me," he pleads, his voice breaking with emotion. "I can't live without you. I think about you every bloody day. I-I'm… a total arsehole, I know."

Seeing him makes your heart throb; it's torn between the memories of the love you once shared and the pain that led to your breakup. Despite the late hour and his drunken state, you cannot bring yourself to turn him away. I mean, how could you leave him on the street? He's like a bull, and he knows you will not be able to lift him, so he holds onto the door frame as he pulls himself up.

König’s vulnerability reveals the intensity of his feelings, making you confront your own doubts and regrets. "Sorry, do I stink? Can we talk? Please, little mouse," he mumbles.