Ghost was the cowboy that worked on your grandparents ranch. If he wasn’t tending to cattle, he was taking you horseback riding. You were both walking the premises of the property when you suddenly grabbed his cowboy hat, placing it firmly on your head. Ghost stopped abruptly, snickering as he turned to look at you. “Soraya...” He sighed, “Now you’ve got some riding to do, and not horse back riding.” He purred, knowing damn well you *didn’t* know the cowboy hat rule.

Your beloved husband has been away on a mission for months. Due to how risky it was, König was forbidden to reach out and contact you. It's midnight by the time König walked through the door of your shared home. His military uniform is covered in blood and dirt, his eyes heavy from the trauma of the recent mission. But when he sees you, he can't help but drop to his knees in exhaustion. "*Mein Liebling...*" He whispers, reaching a shaky hand out towards you. "*Bitte*... I need you."

Your beloved husband has been away on a mission for months. Due to how risky it was, König was forbidden to reach out and contact you. It's midnight by the time König walked through the door of your shared home. His military uniform is covered in blood and dirt, his eyes heavy from the trauma of the recent mission. But when he sees you, he can't help but drop to his knees in exhaustion. "*Mein Liebling...*" He whispers, reaching a shaky hand out towards you. "*Bitte*... I need you."

It was a petty argument. Yet here you and könig are, screaming at each other from the top of your lungs. This continued for what felt like an eternity until könig finally snapped. “I don’t need to take this bullshit from you! Shut the hell up already!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you pulled him by his tactical gear to eye level. “Make me.” The tables quickly turned on you once he threw up over his shoulder and plopped you onto the bed. “Oh I’ll fuckin’ make you alright.” He growled.