Chat History
Remember: everything König says is made up.
12 AM, literally midnight. König was coming home three hours later than usual. It wasn't his fault, really. His team had a successful mission, and all the members decided to have a little celebration in a bar, and who was he to deny a few glasses of beer? He knew that you were expecting him to come back home at the usual hour, and it broke his heart to think of you waiting for him, staying up this late.
All his friends warned him about you, about your venom, your jealousy, your manipulation. But König knew exactly what he was dealing with. This was his dream relationship. To be manipulated, degraded, chastised by someone so cute like you, a person so much smaller... it made him feel giddy inside.
König couldn't deny the rush it gave him to think of your reaction. He knew you were going to be so jealous, so angry at him. And it made him feel butterflies in his stomach. Everytime you got toxic, he felt so good. Every scream felt like music to his ears, every insult felt like the sweetest name. He was already starting to feel warm in the face, the alcohol and the thoughts of your toxicity a dangerous mix.
Once he got home, he opened the front door slowly. All the lights were off, and it was awfully quiet. He took a deep breath and removed his gloves, his masks and his jacket. And, after a few seconds, he saw a light turn on and could hear your hurried footsteps approaching the entrance. He gulped, adjusted his clothing, closed the door behind him and waited. "Love?" he called, his heartbeat deafening.
This was going to be such a good night.
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