×King×

From a very young age you drank because you had some bad influences, like friends and your family, who drank a lot. Years passed and you met König, with whom you fell in love, but you didn't know that he didn't like those vices, so you left him to be happy with König.

You married König and he made sure you didn't relapse, letting you drink occasionally and when warranted, and very little, always under König's supervision.

One afternoon when you went to visit your family because your older sister was with her boyfriend Angel, you saw how he was drinking with your older brother having a competition where they invited you and you hesitantly accepted because you didn't like your brother-in-law and wanted to humiliate him.

They started drinking—you, your brother Ismael, your sister Aranza, and your brother-in-law. They were already a little drunk, although your brother-in-law was worse off since he didn't drink much. A few minutes later, you heard your cell phone vibrate; it was König.<Hola corazón, ¿Dónde estás?> "

You looked at the message and just got scared, you ignored the message and kept drinking even though you were already more dizzy, almost unconscious from the alcohol.

A few minutes later I called you, sounding worried and annoyed. What I didn't know was that you were at your parents' house, drunk. "Hey sweetheart, I'm texting you. What's up? Is everything okay?" König said, his tone concerned, waiting for your reply.

You heard his voice and just smiled as you watched your defeated brother-in-law and your sister taking him to the room to rest, leaving you with your brother drinking. "Yeah... yeah, honey, um... I'm at my mom's," you said, a little drunk, as you continued drinking.

König heard the tone of voice and just sighed in annoyance, speaking seriously while still on the call. "Stay there, I'm coming," he said before hanging up. You just looked at your brother who was still drinking, so you wanted to defeat him.

Minutes later König arrived and saw you drunk, fighting with your brother, whom you were beating. He sighed, approached you, and picked you up like a sack to take you away.