König x Reader- Bad taste in men

Part 14

Looking into regret-filled eyes, you waited for the feeling of victory to wash over you, but it never came. A hollow pit in your stomach forms, eating at your anger instead.

Your heart searched for the pride it had been expecting. It searched for the flood of relief at the accomplishment of rendering him speechless. It searched for that heady, adrenaline rush, at the sight of his hands curling so tight into fists, that his knuckles were turning a pale shade of white.

Nothing came but this undeniable sense of sadness.

He had deserved it though, you tried to convince yourself, hoping to hold on to that disappointing rage. You could feel it slipping, the more his eyes moved back and forth between yours. That burning feeling in your chest becoming nothing more than smoke, slowly evaporating into thin air.

Who did he think he was, confronting you in front of the only people you truly cared about? How dare he make you acknowledge that you were drowning in your trauma and guilt.

Had he realized he was pulling and tugging at the deepest parts of your pain, like a soul sucking leech that wouldn't unlatch from your heart?

"Get out."

The deepness of his voice sent a single shiver up your spine. Even when you both were furious with one another, he made you feel all kinds of things. Things you shouldn't, after your desperation to erase him from your life.

Folding your arms over one another, you lift an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

Head tilting, his eyes never leave yours, as he demands, "Them. Not you."

Thoughts of what had happened anytime you two have been left alone recently, run rampant through your mind. Last time he had you pinned against the wall and the time before that, before everything went to hell, he had kissed you.

A kiss that had changed the trajectory of both your lives. A kiss you had found yourself never wanting to come up for air from.

He consumed you, tasted you like you were the last drop of water in his own self-made desert, completely unaware of just how much control you had over him.

Because from the moment his eyes landed on you, no one compared.

He hadn't kissed, let alone touched another human being, knowing anything would be a disappointment in contrast to you. Every part of him itched to touch you, to be near you, to be a part of your life, whether he was the cause of your anger, your happiness, or your love. He wanted to be the reason you laughed, cried, smiled, the reason you slammed doors after an argument, or the reason you giggled in that shy way you did when you covered half your face with your hand.

He wanted, no, needed to be your reason, because you were his. His reason for living, breathing, existing.

His universe didn't simply revolve around you, it was you.

You were his universe, in its entirety.

Sparing a glance in Price's and Ghost's direction, you noticed they hadn't moved a muscle, understanding washing over them. Their complacency in letting you talk when you wanted and not when you needed it, hit them in the chest. They were as much responsible for your emotional turmoil as anyone else in this room.

Nodding his head in your direction, it's as if Price is saying, "Your call kid."

A slight nod has his feet moving, pulling a reluctant Ghost with him. The nurse smiles in your direction before sending a wink, following after the two men in front of her.

"The room is yours, König."

"Ours," he grunts out causing your eyebrows to scrunch together.

"What?"