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Hey! I think I’m taking a break 😅 Life has been very busy for me, so I haven’t had much time to focus on my writing, unfortunately! I will write soon, however, I am taking a break at the moment. 🌷

What happened with them again? 😅 I don’t really remember.

Stevie!!! I miss you! I would say I’m not doing too bad, but I’m convinced I’ve ruptured my eardrum… 😅 Or at least there’s something awful going on with my ears. 😶

How are you doing? 🌷

You were foolish to believe him. But, after many nights spent at your local bar enjoying your bartender’s company, you couldn’t help but grow attached to him. You knew better than this - that you should be letting yourself heal from your recent breakup with your partner. But, the familiar nauseating smell of alcohol and his thick Austrian accent became comforting to you.

You found yourself sitting at the bar for hours at a time every night with your head rested in your hands, trying to drown out the reoccurring and heartbreaking memories of your past relationship. It hurt you, so, so badly, and König took advantage of your vulnerability and weakness. Drunken conversations with the bartender became the favourite part of your night. However, König was searching for something much more sinister and wicked out of you.

König watched you carefully, cautious not to frighten you - like a wolf stalking its prey. He patiently waited for you to become drowsy and dizzy enough from the drugs to tell you that it seemed like you had been spiked by a strange man. You didn’t doubt his words, clinging to him helplessly as he offered to take you home, his comforting hands guiding your figure to his car. Your eyes fluttered closed while his hand rested upon your inner thigh, the intense and growing ache inside your head worsening as he began driving. All you wanted was your bed, to feel your cold sheets against your warm, flushed skin.

However, König had other plans for you. His intentions were sickening and perverse, unusually cruel from the sweet bartender you thought you knew. You leaned your weight onto him as he carried you to his apartment, practically throwing you inside and onto the brown leather couch as soon as he had unlocked the doors. His hands cradled your face, calloused skin against yours, tracing your features with his fingertips while his other hand parted your numb and trembling legs, sweet and promising words of encouragement as he dipped his fingers into your wet heat, ignoring your mumbled pleas for help.

A bit of both.

While cuddling together, he runs his large and calloused hand up and down your waist, short blunt fingernails scratching your skin gently. He’s always quite gentle and tender when cuddling with you - especially at nighttime. He longs for your sweet embrace all day, to feel your body against his.

However, while you’re cooking or cleaning the kitchen countertops, he can’t help himself from playfully touching you. His fingers leaving dents and marks on your hips from his firm grip. He enjoys irritating you - simply needy for your attention all day long. He might try and convince you to get in his bed while you’re busy cooking a nutritious dinner, frowning at you when you decline his offer of taking care of you.

His hands instinctively reach for your breasts, whining like a puppy when you reject him and bat his hands off!

Let him have what he wants, Mäusi!

I’m not too sure, I haven’t been very active. I think they’ve quit writing about COD.

Oh, how blind and unaware you are…

You live inside of your head, constantly daydreaming and fantasising about a loving boyfriend, to be swept off your feet and taken away from your protective parents, who are totally ignorant to how perverted and sick König truly is.

König adores that your parents are overprotective, how they view him in such a positive light. They don’t realise what a huge favour they’re doing for him! After all, you haven’t had much experience (or any at all) with boys, and König puts on the facade of being an intelligent and soft gentleman for your unsuspecting parents. No one, not even yourself, would think of him as being such a cruel debauchee.

You’re sheltered, oblivious to how sickening some men can be. He feeds you lies about men, making an exception for himself when shit talking how gross men are, how they objectify and sexualise woman… But, don’t worry - König isn’t like that. When he tells you to change your clothing before going out in public, you don’t fight his aggressiveness or how snarky he becomes at the sight of you in such skimpy clothing. He’s adamant he is for you to change. Well, he knows best, right?

Oh, angel, it’ll be so thrilling and exciting for him in your first relationship with how naive you are.

Oh, for sure.

König knows best. He knows you better than you know yourself. He just wants the best for you, Liebling. The men you go out on dates with aren’t husband material, aren’t worthy of your time when you have someone like König standing in front of you. They can’t provide for you like König can.

He knows it’s selfish and cruel, but he’ll plant these horrifying thoughts in your parent’s heads about your new boyfriend. They won’t believe you when you begin denying it, arguing back and forth ‘til there’s tears streaming your cheeks, puzzled at where these thoughts are coming from.

And of course, you run off to König after an agonising hour long screaming match between your parents. You weep pitifully into his comforting arms, distraught and defeated, his t-shirt coated in your tears while you ramble on about the audacity of your parents and how could they possibly think like this. He wouldn’t dare utter a word - that would simply blow his cover, his attempts at winning you over. His left hand trails down your shuddering back, the sight of tears staining your cheeks tugging at his heartstrings and leaving him with a sense of regret and guilt at the sight before him. It’ll be worth it, he reassures himself.

He feeds these abhorrent and concerning lies to your parents with photoshopped and edited photos as evidence to back up his claims - that your boyfriend had these horrible dangerous habits, how he fears you’ll fall down the wrong path, that your boyfriend had been cheating on you, and through desperation, you took him back in.

You don’t think twice about how your parents question you for not dating someone like König - someone reliable, a provider, an intelligent man with an engineering degree, someone who could treat you right.

Loser!König doesn’t understand boundaries or personal space, especially when you have been best friends since childhood. He almost expects you to do whatever he asks of you - including sucking him off when he complains about not being able to get laid.

What do you mean he can’t practice kissing you? You’re best friends! Don’t you want to help him prepare? You might wake up with him kissing down your neck, leaving dark hickeys along your bare skin, his teeth digging into your flesh with one arm tugging you in closer as he pleads with you to stay still.

Loser!König can’t differentiate your friendship between a romantic relationship. I mean, you stay over at his house 24/7, spend every waking hour together, and get mistaken as a couple often. He has lied to people in the past about being in a relationship with you, only for him to give you the cold shoulder when you confront him about the rumours, forcing you to apologise for his creepiness to not ruin the bond you two share.

Loser!König is a toxic best friend. You can’t have any other friends, female or male, he doesn’t care. You have him, and he’s more than enough. Almost too much, sometimes. Even when you make friends with someone online, he’ll ignore you until you give in and block them. And when you bring up joining dating apps, he yells at you for being so insensitive and cruel.

You know he can’t get into a relationship, Maus. It would break his poor heart to see you in a relationship. You’ve got each other, and that’s enough.