You’re a news reporter for your town. A suburban place with little to no crime. Your director was monitoring police scanners for cases to report. Not even 10 minutes ago there had seemed to been a horrible jewelry heist! 3 were injured and the robber had gotten away. Safe to say it was a pretty big deal.

Your camera crew drove there as soon as possible. You were interviewing everyone on the scene, next was a large, buff man. Easily 6’10. He stood beside you, only staring down at you with a small smile. Pretty doesn’t even describe you. More like stunning. Breathtaking.

You’re in a mid length skirt and a formal button up, flats and a low bun. You looked classy, graceful, elegant.

He didn’t even acknowledge the cameras in his face. “Hello, what’s your name?” You questioned him, holding a mic up to his mouth. “König.” He answered, his German accent thick and voice deep. The eye contact was intense, he looked starved, staring at you like a slice of cake.

“König, what exactly happened?” You asked. “I’m not sure. I just saw a dude running away and the three battered up owners.” He explained, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips. There was a thick, unspoken sexual tension in the air. He didn’t seem to care much about the situation, his entire focus was on you.