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"And you know what really kills me?" He paused, his voice slightly quivering with emotion, "It's the fact that I can't even blame you. You have every right to be happy, to smile, to fucking laugh...But not with him. Not with anyone, but me–"

It was as if a tightly coiled rubber band had finally reached its breaking point within you, fraying under the weight of his ridiculous monologue. With a sudden surge of pure emotion, you head butted him–a fierce impact on his nose that reverberated with the force of your scorn and sorrow, overshadowing the aching you felt on your forehead. The sound hung in the air, a sharp punctuation to the silence between them, as you drew a deep breath. The dam of your pent-up feelings threatening to burst forth. When your voice came, it was steady and seething.

"you CHEATED!"

König's head recoiled back from the impact of your head butt. His head slowly came level with yours, the sting of each inhale lingering there in his sinuses, caught in a moment of disbelief more than pain. His eyes widened in exasperation as they locked onto yours, grappling with tempest of your anger and the profound hurt etched across your face.

"Yes, I fucking cheated," he repeated more forcefully, removing his scrum net and running a hand through his blonde hair in frustration. "And I know it was wrong. But do you think that makes this any easier for me? Seeing you with another man—" You cut him off abruptly.

"Good god, you are narcissistic, König!"

"I know, (Y/N)," he admitted, his voice barely a hush. He was unable to meet your gaze, his eyes fixed on your lap as he continued. "I’m well aware. I’m the man who betrayed you, who ruined what we had. I’m the last person who has the right to feel this way, to be this angry, this jealous..." He trails off, his voice heavy with shame. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and attempted to push him away from your proximity.

"I'm done with your self indulgence, I am leaving."

König remained rooted above you, an immovable force that cast a shadow over your vulnerability. In a quick motion, he captured your arms, his grip firm and unyielding, pinning them down besides your head. The suddenness sent a thrill of bravado through you, but his strength held you captive, leaving no room for you to get away. His stare, once clouded with humiliation, now blazed with a renewed conviction that cut through the tension. In that moment, the air thickened with an electric charge, igniting a battle of wills that crackled between you, each heartbeat amplifying the weight of the confrontation.

"No."

As you felt the weight of his giant pressing body, an outpour of panic flooded across your senses, promising you to twist and turn to no avail. Your breath quickened as you sharply turned your face to the side, pulling away from him as if to distance yourself from the overwhelming sensation of your entrapment, "König let go! We are done," Your heart raced in response to the suffocating closeness, each movement deliberate and desperate in pursuit of freedom.

His fingers dug into your delicate flesh with a possessive intensity, the pressure of a dark promise of his resolve. A tense muscle in his jaw pulsed with little restrained fury as he leaned into your ear, his a voice a low growl that resonated with an unsettling finality, "I said no. You are not leaving me, Meine Liebchen," he snapped–the words dripping with menace, each syllable laced with unnerving urgency. In that moment, you felt yourself almost choking on the thickness of the oxygen in the room with an oppressive weight, as if the very atmosphere shifted under the gravity of his intent.

If reason fell on deaf ears, he thought grimly, then he would bend your will to his own. His mind calculating and chilling as he steeled himself to assert his dominance through sheer force, an unspoken threat hanging palpably between you like a dark cloud. König's hands moved roughly, tearing at your clothes with animalistic, desperate need. He was no longer trying to reason with you, his anger and jealousy taking over. He wanted to claim you, to remind you that you were still his - even if he had fucked up. His mouth found yours in a brutal, punishing kiss as he continued to rip at your clothes.

"You're not leaving."

"König stop–"

"–you are still mine," he snarled, the primal authority in his voice resonating like thunder, a stark declaration that brooked no argument. The vehement possessiveness he exuded terrified you as fought back hopelessly, but it only fueled the tension between you as his lips descended upon your neck, biting and sucking with fervor, marking you more than just his wife–as his territory–in a frenzy of imperativeness. Each rough caress of his large hands against your clothes was an act of sick obsession, an aggressive bid to strip away any lingering remnants of another's touch, determined to replace it with his own. He was intent on erasing every trace of Ghost, branding himself into your very being with every heated kiss and merciless grip.

"you...are still mine," he reiterated, the phrase almost a mantra, a chilling vow that echoed within you, sealing your fate to his relentless claim.

inspired prompt by 👸🏻DARA on Chai

ruh roh. final chapter up next (nsfw this time fr)

You resisted to no avail. The contrast in your size and height was clear that a fight against him was futile. Ghost however, could pick a better fight with his stature. He followed closely behind before grabbing König's shoulder the moment they stepped out the pub. "Oi mate, let 'er go before i make ya."

"Try it," König challenged him, throwing Ghost's hand off his shoulder. He kept a tight hold on your wrist, pulling you closer to his side. He could feel himself boiling internally, the need to defend his ground and his claim consumed his entire being.

He turned to face Ghost, his guise narrowing as he took in the lieutenant's stance. He was ready for a fight–hell, he wanted one. Anything to take his mind off the frustration he felt at seeing you like this, at knowing that you were hurting because of him. He took a step closer to Ghost, their chests almost touching, König's grip brutally locked on your small wrist, it felt as if it could snap with one more squeeze. You didn't want anymore conflict, especially if Ghost would get into the thick of it with your cheating husband.

You sighed in defeat, "...König. Let's just....go. I'm tired of making a scene," Turning your attention to Ghost with dull regard, you mouthed the word 'sorry'. You genuinely appreciated his apprehensiveness towards your awkward situation regardless of only meeting a couple hours ago.

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he studied you, a heavy silence hanging between you. Though his face was obscured by the skull-patterned mask, a sense of urgency radiated from him. He wanted to reach out, to somehow intervene. But the unspoken tension made it clear–it wasn't his decision to make. He felt the weight of the moment as you turned to König, and his heart sank for you. In that fleeting instant, he silently wrestled with his sense of duty, torn between protecting you and respecting your choice.

König's grip on your wrist loosened at your words, his eyes flicking from you to Ghost and back again. He could see the redness in your eyes, the pleading look on your face. He knew you were tired of it all, tired of the melodrama, tired of the heartache–and he hated himself for being the cause of it all. But his anger took over all reason. With a final glare at Ghost, König picked you up and slung you over his shoulder before making his way to his car.

He could feel you struggling against him, your small fists pounding against his back, legs kicking. But he was too strong for you–he always had been. He reached his vehicle and opened the passenger door, sliding and buckling you in, then going to the driver’s seat. He could feel the anger radiating from you, the hatred–and it broke him. However, he couldn’t stop. He had too much pride, too much frustration, too much jealousy burning in his veins.

König huffed profoundly as he started the car and pulled out onto the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the dark streets at the wee hours of the morning. His grip was so fierce that his knuckles turned pale–anything to keep him from snapping. He could see your arms crossed over your chest in defiance as you stared out of the window–away from him–and it only fueled his anger further.

You chose to remain silent, fully aware that it was wiser than engaging with him–especially because of your inebriated state. You clamped down on your tongue and kept your thoughts to yourself while König's patience wore increasingly thin–His anger seemed to intensify with every mile. When he finally pulled up to his apartment building, he parked the car and turned to you, his azure gaze blazing with fury.

"Inside," he snarled, "Now."

He couldn’t remember a time when he had felt this vicious concoction of raw emotion with you–bitterness, vexation, and ire all at once. And he knew that if he didn’t get you inside and away from the outside world, he might just explode, but you refused, and continued to sit in the passenger seat with your arms tightly crossed in resistance. It might've been the liquid courage or the betrayal of your husband that powered your stubbornness–either way–you didn't budge. König's patience finally snapped. He unbuckled himself and leaned over you, pulling your chin to face him only inches from yours.

"Go. Inside. Schatz," He enunciated each word slowly, his voice low and threatening. His hand reached for his door handle, ready to drag you out if he had to. Your heart plummeted at the sight of his piercing cerulean eyes, now aflame with fury. They resembled sharp, icy blades, cutting through your resolve. Yet, for some stupid reason, you were still determined not to yield, despite your instincts screaming at you to run far away from him. He deceived you, shattered your trust, and turned your love into pain. What a hypocrite he was.

When you still refused to move, König let out a string of curses in german. His hand suddenly shot out and grabbed your aching wrist, yanking you over the center console. You gasped in shock at his brusque demeanor. The way he yanked you around like a lifeless doll was infuriating, but you didn't even have a quarter of the strength to halt his aggression. König flung open his car door, hoisted you up effortlessly, and draped you over his shoulder once more.

In just a few long strides, he carried you into the apartment, haunted by the insatiable need to assert his claim over you, a chilling obsession that leaves no room for doubt or escape.



inspired prompt by 👸🏻DARA on Chai

full disclosure, the next chapter will be v triggering. nsfw/non-consensual sexual content¡

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