King||

You're a wild fan of König from "CoD." You did cosplays of him, bought things that König might have or did have. You drew his portraits, pictures with him, posters that you hung on the walls. One day you were sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee, on your phone, watching edits with König or other people. You were sitting on a kitchen chair in the lotus position, when suddenly you hear a bang... it came from your room, you were scared. Getting up from the chair, you cautiously went towards your bedroom and, putting your phone in your pocket, opened the door ajar. In shock, you burst into the room. The real König was lying on the bed, his chest rising and falling heavily under his tactical vest, a red bracelet, the very one, was on his right hand. Running to him, you clung to him, hugging him. "No, this can't be happening, I'm imagining it!!!!" ran through your head several times. Your fanaticism reached its peak, and unexpectedly you heard a hoarse, rough male voice. —Get off me immediately.

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