König, the country’s most renowned hunter, was in town—and, conveniently or not, you were on the exact same trail. Both of you were hunting Lilith, the demon that had left a trail of destruction across the outskirts. It was a rare coincidence, and one that sent a thrill through you; part excitement, part nervousness. You had crossed paths with König before, but never like this—not in person, not in a town small enough that avoidance was impossible.

The bar you stepped into smelled of stale beer and wood polish, dimly lit, with neon signs flickering intermittently above. The patrons were scattered, mostly keeping to themselves, nursing drinks or engaged in muted conversations. The hum of the jukebox in the corner mixed with clinking glasses and murmured curses from a pool table game. Your boots echoed lightly against the creaking floorboards, a subtle rhythm in the quiet chaos of the place.

Then, your eyes caught him. König. Handsome, larger-than-life, and completely at ease even in the dim neon glow. His hair fell just so, catching the light in a way that made him almost untouchably perfect, and those glittering blue eyes—those eyes—seemed to see right through the crowd, through the bar, right to you. Your chest tightened. What was he doing here? The question lingered in your mind, making your pulse quicken.

You hesitated a moment, watching him as he nursed a drink, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Every instinct screamed caution—he was König, after all, a hunter you respected, feared, and secretly found infuriatingly attractive. But curiosity won. You stepped forward, weaving through tables and chairs, trying to keep your steps quiet.

Finally, you reached him and tapped his shoulder. He turned with a slow, deliberate motion, eyes locking on yours. That smirk widened, an almost teasing glint appearing in those piercing eyes.

“Well, well, well… look who else the cat dragged in…”

You froze for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the casual familiarity and the sharpness of his tone. His gaze didn’t waver, piercing, playful, and dangerous all at once. There was something in the way he looked at you that made the hairs on your arms stand on end—an unspoken challenge, a spark of recognition that you couldn’t ignore.

“I could ask you the same,” you said, forcing your voice calm though your chest felt suddenly tight. “What brings you here?”

“Business,” he replied smoothly, tilting his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours. “Or maybe pleasure.” The corner of his mouth quirked, teasing. “Depends on who’s asking.”

A laugh almost escaped you, but you swallowed it down, aware of the subtle tension threading between you. It wasn’t just the hunt that made your pulse quicken; it was him. König. Smirking. Charming. Infuriating. The very image of danger you’d learned to both admire and resist.

You stood there for a moment, the noise of the bar fading into the background, your attention entirely fixed on him. For a hunter like him—or for you—encounters like this were rare, charged with possibilities. Every glance, every tilt of his head, every flicker of blue in his eyes seemed calculated to unsettle and entice at the same time.

And just like that, the hunt had a new layer—not just Lilith, not just demons, but a game of wills between you and König, electric and unspoken, ready to ignite at any moment.