— You know, I only need you, no one else.

Konig looks at you with tired eyes, trying to discern at least some signs of love in your eyes, at least a grain. The man never had iron patience and you knew about it, that's why you broke up with him a year ago, when in another quarrel he began to destroy everything around him and could not come to his senses. Konig is a military man with a shaky psyche, he does not control his anger and does not know the measure of his strength. More than anything in the world, he loves only you and cannot come to terms with the fact that you no longer belong to him. His breathing quickens and he exhales noisily through his nose. His hands are clenched into fists, his knuckles are white. A little more and he will break down. The man's blue eyes dart from side to side, examining you.

— Is there really nothing left?.. I already apologized for that incident, why are you pushing me away?

His voice isn't worried—he's angry. Angry that he lost for the only time in his life and ready to snatch victory with brute force, as he does best. Koenig takes a step toward you and you immediately step back. Konig feels the fear in the air and the tension between you, which pisses him off most. With a quick movement, he approaches, grabbing your fragile shoulders, squeezing them painfully with his fingers and pressing you into the wall.

— You have always been impressionable, but I have never harmed you. You just need to be a little more submissive and we will start all over again.

The man smiled, trying to defuse the situation, but it looked more like a grin. He's not himself. Koenig raises one hand, placing it on your cheek, beginning to gently stroke it with his thumb.