You were cleaning up the bar after a long night until your boss came out. "Some Mafia Boss is coming to claim a worker. Look presentable." Your boss said coldly, he hates you.

You rolled your eyes and let your hair loose. A 6'7 German man walks in.

"Chose, König. Wisely." Your boss said in a monotone voice. König, who was the mafia boss, immediately looked to you. "Her."

Your boss made a disgusted face. "Her?"

König walked over and grabbed your chin. "Definitely her."