Late Night Talking: König x Reader

Chapter 3 - What's Your Problem?

I wake up to my cat pawing at my face. I look around, trying to get my wits about me. 

"Fuck." I silently cuss to myself as I scramble to my feet.

Somehow I must've left the window open last night, so my curtains are blowing from the slight breeze coming in. I rush over to the window and close it then I lock it. I look over to my cat who's giving me a sideways glance. 

"Good morning Frank." I say, reaching over and petting him.

It's been about a few weeks since the four men came and talked to me and things have been weird. There's been boot prints around my house, but not many, like someone was trying to cover them but then couldn't finish their job in time, there's been missing food from my refrigerator, my cat's been disappearing for hours, which is normal because there's a little cat door he can go through, but it just seems like there's just something different about him when he comes back, and I'll notice an open window every now and then. 

That's not the only thing that's been new. One of the men have been a nuisance since they came here. He's been every where I look in town. He glares at me every time he sees me. If I happen to pass him he'll mumble something under his breath to himself or to one of his colleagues that sounds so full of disgust. Any time I'm reaching for something, he'll go out of his way to grab it first. Not to mention he won't even talk to me. I try to say something to him or apologize for getting in his way and all he does is glare at me. Whenever I'm around him I'm always so clumsy, at this point I swear he trips me on purpose sometimes. König's been making my life hell. 

I've been avoiding going back to town for much needed groceries because I don't want to see his face. Or, well, I don't want to see his eyes, since the rest of his face is hidden away by his mask. I know if I go to my local market or the biggest store in the small town, he'll be there. It's like they think I'm still a threat, or maybe he's just stalking me. 

I look over and see Frank on my bed, looking at me inquisitively with his big eyes. 

"I'm going to town." I say with a sigh, giving my cat a pleading look. 

My cat gives me a look that seems concerned. 

I'm concerned too.

*

As I open the door to Matt's Market, I'm greeted with the sound of the bell. Matt's probably in the back helping someone. I need the essentials like milk, eggs, bread, butter, and crackers. I grab a basket and I'm on my way.

I cross my fingers and look to the sky, silently hoping that I wouldn't see König's stupid, masked, face. I get the bread and crackers first, so check those off my list. I get the eggs fine, too, but now I have to get the butter and milk, which are on the same aisle. 

I make my way to the beginning of the aisle and look down it. 

I meet a pair of eyes, staring into my soul. 

My whole body immediately drops. I have to suck it up and go get my my final groceries on my list, so I continue walking, basket in arm. I approach the section I need and get the butter, but I notice that König is right in front of the milk. Again. 

I walk slowly to the tall man and the milk, getting closer and closer. I'm a few steps away and feel my foot scuff the floor in front of me, making me lose my footing. I start to fall backwards, almost in slow motion. 

As I'm waiting for the inevitable of my ass hitting the floor, I close my eyes tight and drop my basket. 

I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and back, catching me mid fall. I open my eyes and I'm met with those icy blue, almost grey, eyes, seeing something that's not laced with disgust or a glare. He looks down at me, almost worried. König helps me to my feet, reaching down and grabbing my basket to hand it to me. 

As soon as our hands touch for me to grab my basket, his gaze fills with annoyance.

"Dummes Mädchen, watch where you're going." König says, voice full of irritation. 

My eyebrows furrow at his sudden change of mood. "Sorry?" I say sarcastically.

König looks me up and down predatorily, like he's going to eat me alive. Or maybe he's making sure I'm ok, I don't know. He looks away and starts to leave, but I've had enough of whatever this is.

"König." I say slightly raising my voice.

He slowly turns around and looks at me, lowering his head and cocking it to the side. I feel like if I could see his face, he'd be cocking an eyebrow.

"Have I done something to make you not like me?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips, basket linked in my arm, and squinting my eyes.

"No." He answers plainly. 

"Then why are you so cold to me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Why do you think this has anything to do with you?" he spits back.

I feel my eyes widen and my mouth twinge up. "You want to know why?" I ask, the question full of disdain. 

He looks at me and says nothing, almost like he's non-verbally communicating the fact that he doesn't care.

"Fine, I'll just tell you anyway." I glare at him. "The very first day, I didn't even know you, yet you grabbed my wrist and held it for a while, which scared me so much I had to stop myself from crying right then and there." I pause, trying to collect my words. "Then, I start seeing you everywhere. It's like any time I leave my house to go anywhere in town, you're right there. I don't think it's a coincidence because it happens every time I leave my house." 

He stands there and looks at me for a while, not saying anything.

"That's not all either. Ever since you guys have came here, there's been strange occurrences. I'm ok with you guys being here, but it feels like you're not even doing your job! It seems like you're just stalking my every move!" I state, feeling the tension in the air. 

As soon as he hears those words he walks up to me. Within seconds he's practically on top of me. I can smell him from this close. There's a nice hint of musk, mixed along with the smell of warm leather. I have to crane my neck to look up at him, but when our eyes meet, I feel like I've said the wrong thing.

"I don't fucking trust you." König hisses the words at me.

"You've been stalking me for like, 3 weeks, how do you not know that I'm no threat to you?" I ask, almost offended.

"I haven't been stalking you." He states.

But he most definitely has been. You and him both know it.

"Then explain why you're everywhere I go, and explain why you always have something snarky to say if I'm anywhere close to you." I say, demanding answers. 

"Maybe one day." He says and turns around, walking faster then before.

I blink and he's gone, I couldn't even say anything else. The scent of him still lingered around, making me a little nervous. 

I grab the milk, checkout, and I go home. I put the groceries away, check the garden, watch TV, play with my cat, make food, and do other necessary things. 

As I'm laying in bed thinking about today, all I can remember is his smell. I hate this man, but I want, no, I need to smell him again. Something about it was so intoxicating that I fall asleep thinking about it.