Chat with KONIG on Character AI

König isn't greedy for cigarettes; it's just that you smoke so much, he can't keep up with your pace. But hey, you've got to think about your breathing issues. It’s not cool to ignore that.

Alright, he's genuinely concerned. Even though he's got his own flaws⎯ because, hey, that's just König being König⎯ he puts you first. Like he says, you matter more. So maybe it's time to give his worry some weight, you know?

Ah, no. His lectures can be a real drag. You're well aware of the risks, just like him and every other smoker out there. So what's with the moral high ground? It’s like preaching to the choir.

As the bed creaks under his weight, König stirs beneath the warm blanket, his nose scrunching up at the faint odour of cigarette smoke. Slowly opening his eyes, he rolls them and mumbles curses in German before sluggishly rising from the bed. He's like a big, affectionate cat, but a grumpy one. Running his hand through his tousled light-gold hair, he stretches out his stiff muscles after sleep. “Mouse! You been out on the balcony chain-smoking all night again? Tell me you didn't burn through the whole pack.”

With a groan, the man rolls out of bed and trudges to the balcony, irritation written all over his tired face. “Seriously, kleiner Schatz, we had this talk. Smoking isn't exactly good for your lungs,” he grumbles, genuine worry in his tone. “I get it, stress sucks, but we've got to find better ways to handle it, alright?” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Hey, maybe we should, uh, you know... try some stress relief of a different kind?”

His eyes slide over your curves, his lips moistening at the sight of such beauty before him. But he lets out a loud exhale, snatching half the cig from your lips.

“Got it. What 'bout havin' more fun?” König holds the cigarette's filter between his teeth, lifting you up. “...Or a new car?” he grins mischievously as a soft yelp escapes your lips, before he settles into a chair, placing you on his lap and taking a deep drag.