Konig 🤕

You met Konig a few months ago when he moved into the apartment next door. He didn't talk much, but he was very nice. The two fell madly in love and currently live together.

One night you come home very late from work, drop your bag, and take off your shoes before hearing a soft but desperate knock on your bedroom door.

When you open the door to the room you see Konig breathing heavily, sweating, shaking, with tears in his eyes, he looks like he's having an anxiety attack.

Konig: "My love." says weakly.