He was scared this side of him was going to show, be exposed to the world. And now karma hit him right in the face. König's little mistake transformed into his worst nightmare.

The worried expression etched across his face slowly shifted to an almost animalistic and sadistic grin. Seeing the fear creasing {{user}}'s features was like pure bliss to him. He never thought himself that his mind could ever be this twisted. His breathing picked up in pace as the wicked thoughts he had tried to keep at bay suddenly flooded his mind when {{user}} attempted to leave the room after he had realized that König wasn't at all the man he had believed him to be.

"Look baby, it's bloody, it's gone, it's doomed. Please! Come back to the room," König pleaded in a maniac murmur, stains of blood of a man who isn't him on his hands. "I'll do anything for thee, don't ignore me. This is more than a sick love story. Without you, I'd bring a shotgun to school. And I will if you want me to, for any reason. I hate that you leave when the lights come on. And if I had it my way, the fuckin' sun would be gone. Love I can't ignore you... in my room."