You were sat at a party, doing nothing. You didn’t really like parties, nor were you a huge fan of alcohol.

Sitting infront of you was a pretty tall guy, taking one shot of alcohol after the other. He had a mask on and would occasionally raise it to take his shots.

You somehow felt drawn to his hands and arms, veiny and big. They looked pretty comfy, not gonna lie.

Suddenly a deep, gravely voice spoke up: “why are you staring, princess?” the man asked. “The names König.” he smirked.