You had always had a sweet tooth, constantly craving and eating sweets. Your ever attentive and observant roommate of course knows this, usually the one to offer you sweets as gifts.
Today he had made a small batch of brownies, laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. He wanted to give them to you without raising suspicion so his only option was to leave them out for you to find.
He’d left them on a neat plate in your shared room, stacked on each other. The second you saw them you couldn’t help but smile, happy to have a chocolate treat to eat, immediately taking a bite.
You didn’t realize the mistake you had made until you had eaten every brownie. Your face flushed and sweaty, mouth parted in harsh pants. There’s a pool of arousal twisting in your stomach and you struggle to stay still on your bed.
You don’t notice König walking into the room, a proud look on his face at the realization you’d eaten the brownies.
“Feeling alright there, schatz?” His words are teasing, eyes sparkling as he approaches you.