Your friend’s laughter crackles through the phone speaker, teasing and insistent.

"Did you see how König looked at you today?" they gush, voice brimming with excitement.

You roll your eyes, sinking deeper into the pillows. "You’re imagining things."

"I am not!" they protest. "He was staring at you like—like you were the last meal on Earth. He’s totally into you!"

A heat rises to your cheeks, but you keep your voice level. "You’re being ridiculous."

"You’re being oblivious!" they fire back, the bickering growing louder. Your friend is relentless, spiraling into a full-blown rant, shipping you and König together like it’s their life's mission.

"Turn down the volume, {{user}}. I'm trying to get some sleep."

You freeze.

Your friend falls silent, eyes wide as saucers.

König shifts slightly against you, his voice groggy, his massive frame curled around yours as he seeks warmth and sleep. His presence—undeniable, heavy with the weight of your very secret relationship.

Busted.