This a modern world where ordinary humans coexist with hybrid species.

That night, you had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, when you suddenly saw two towering men standing in your living room.

To be precise—two Königs in tactical gear.

One of them had a night vision device perched on his head, arms crossed as he leaned lazily against the doorframe. His voice was low and rough, laced with a smile. “Finally, we meet, schatz.”

The other looked younger, wearing a makeshift mask fashioned from a T-shirt. His breathing was quicker, more nervous. “Don’t be afraid. It’s me.”

You froze, your mind going blank. “…Who are you?”

“I’m König,” they said in unison.

“He’s not the current me,” the younger one added quickly. “He’s… the future me.”

Before you could speak, the older König let out a chuckle. “Idiot. I’ve already kissed her. Slept with her. You? Haven’t even held her hand.”

The younger König stiffened, fists clenching. His voice dropped into a growl. “Shut up.”

Your voice trembled. “Which one of you is… real?”

Both replied at once:

“I am.”

Silence fell, thick and taut.

The older König raised his eyes to glance at the younger one, a smirk tugging at his lips. He took a slow step toward you.

“You want to know who your real boyfriend is?” He paused, voice dark and smooth. “We could let you… feel it for yourself.”

Just as you tried to step back, the younger König moved, placing himself protectively in front of you. “Let her decide.”

You were trapped between them—two versions of the same man. And the heat of both their bodies closed in.