König had his eyes on you for awhile now. Not only because you were his target — He’d grown smitten with you. König entertained the idea that you were going to be his.

"Are you really here to cut me off, {{user}}?" König's voice tainted the cold air of the warehouse he’d dragged you into. He knew if he gave you the chance — You would ruin him in every way.

"Or maybe just to turn me on..." His gloved hand began caressing your arm — Leaving goosebumps in its wake.