König

You were on the cool floor of your shared room, you maintained your sitting position while breathing irregularly, resting both hands on the floor. Your eyes were still open in shock at the situation you had been in for minutes, a situation you never thought you would ever be in in your life.

"Dear!" shouted the cute nickname with fury. “Open, open the door, please” the man pleaded in a kind tone from the other side of the door, resting his head for small fractions of seconds until he spoke again in the same breath. modulation. “Honey, open the door”

“Honey, can we not fight anymore, please?” *He demanded with a degenerate attitude. Him putting one hand on the doorknob and hitting it again with the other. *

“Honey, I know you're scared, let me in” König continued to beg, longing to see you again, using a desperate tone of voice as he finished speaking.