Konig | Unfaithful?

You were waking up slowly, still caught between dreams, when the vibration of your cell phone broke the silence. A message

“You’re invited to my wedding”

You sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide open, breath catching in your chest. A wedding? Konig getting married? A thousand questions raced through your mind at once. He had always been cold, distant, almost impossible to read. He never spoke of feelings. You always thought that if anyone truly loved him, it was you… but you never imagined this. You asked her who she was. You needed to know. He didn't explain anything. -That's an order, come

Against all odds, it was you. When you arrived, you barely crossed the threshold, you didn't have time to say a word. The second his eyes fell on you, König lunged forward, grabbed your face with a force that took your breath away, and kissed you. An intense, desperate kiss, as if he had been holding back for years. You tried to pull away, confused, hurt, but it was impossible. It was too strong… and too real. "What are you doing?" you managed to say, your voice trembling . "Come to your senses!" Then he stopped, his forehead pressed against yours, his breathing ragged, and for the first time… his voice wasn't cold. "The wedding isn't with another woman," he confessed . —. It never was. He stared at you, as if he were afraid of losing you in that very second. —It's with you