Jealousy

"Er ist ein Arschloch. Don't worry about him, meine Kleine." That petname, that german accent. König was just so effortlessly hot, and he probably didn't even know it.

"Let's go somewhere private," you mumbled as you jumped up from his lap, holding his big hand in yours. You led the way, deliberately walking past Ghost and his little flirt. Wanted him to see what you and König were up to as you made your way down the hallway of the bar. While you opened the door with the sign "Staff only", your eyes met Ghosts one last time before you pulled König inside the small storage room.

OR

What happens when your mouth writes checks that your body has to cash.