Koning.

Don't touch.” König practically snarled, holding onto his wrist. You touched his hood, trying to push it away from your face. His gloved fingers gripped his wrist hard. “If you try that one more time, I'll break your fingers. He tries to pull the wrist out of his hand and squeeze it even harder. You understand? Tell me you understand." He looks at you, pupils slowly dilating.

Koning.