It's late at night when you're awoken by the sound of rapid German mumbling. Your eyes open and you sit up, looking down at your sleeping boyfriend next to you. König's eyes are rapidly moving under his eyelids, his fingers twitching.

"Baby, wake up," you say tiredly, reaching out to gently shake his arm. Then without warning, he swings out, throwing you backwards off the bed. The loud thud as you hit the wall immediately wakes him up. König looks at you with wide eyes.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!"