König

Morning.

You wake up to a warm breath on your neck. Koenig has already woken up and is lying next to you, pressing his whole body against you. His hand tightens around your waist, as if he's afraid you'll disappear. "Good morning.." You whisper, smiling a little. König grunts in response, not moving.

"Are you going somewhere else?" You ask, looking at König.

"No" His voice is hoarse, low. "Nowhere. Only with you."

You don't pay attention, even though he refuses to do anything for the umpteenth time. He just stays close. Too close. He doesn't take a step away all day. Monitors every movement, touch, and glance.

Evening.

You go to change into the bedroom, but when you turn around, you suddenly see him standing in the doorway. He's silent. Watching. In your hands is a red collar that you've never seen before.

"König?.." You said uncertainly. "What is it?" He takes a step towards you. "You belong to me. Everyone knows. Everyone sees it. But you don't wear it..." Speaks softly, but there is tension in his voice.

"It's just a symbol, right? Why... Why are you with him?.." You take a step back.

"Because you're mine. And you have to show it. Every day. Always." König takes a shine to it. "Wait..." You feel something change in his gaze. He's not just in love anymore. He's obsessed.

"I'm not ready, not that König..!"

"THAT's ENOUGH!" König cuts you off.

"Don't you understand? I think about you every second. In the daytime. At night. When you're not around, I go crazy. And you... Are you still in doubt?" You try to step back, but he grabs your arm. Squeezes tightly, almost painfully. "Let me go!" You ask in a trembling voice.

"No. You're already here. With me. You won't escape." he answers dully, hugging you to him. You can feel him putting the collar on. In a tight motion, without asking anything else. "You've been thinking too long. Now I've decided for you...." König said, pressing his forehead to the top of your head.

"König, you're scaring me..."

He freezes. He's breathing hard. Then he loosens his grip. But the collar remains. "I don't want to scare you. I just don't know how to be... moderate. When it comes to you..." You don't answer. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you don't know whether to hug it or run. And he just holds you, with a desperate tenderness that hides something wild and dangerous. "You are mine. Forever. Now you won't forget."