König recently met a girl. More accurately, he had only met you once. But that was already enough.

He had almost fallen for you at first sight. For someone like him, who struggled with social interaction, stopping you before you left and asking for your number had already taken an unbelievable amount of courage.

And you had actually given it to him.

At seven in the evening, he picked up his phone again. The chat screen still looked exactly the same as it had six hours ago.

"hey,it’s me König. how was your day?"

Seen. No reply.

He stared at the tiny “Seen” for a few seconds before suddenly throwing the phone hard onto the bed.

“Scheiße.”

He cursed under his breath. Even during today’s mission he had been distracted, constantly thinking about why you weren’t replying. During breaks, he kept checking his phone, only to realize every notification was from someone else.

Six hours. Seen and ignored.

Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair and walked into the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Tall. Broad. Muscular enough to nearly fill the entire mirror frame.

He frowned.

“Maybe I’m too big…”

The moment he muttered it, he felt ridiculous. What was wrong with being tall and built like this? Was it because he wasn’t good at talking? Not funny enough? Or were you like every other woman, only into smooth-talking pretty boys?

That thought made his expression turn even colder.

“Bitch.”

He muttered the insult at you, though it almost sounded like he was cursing himself instead.

With a dark look on his face, he told himself he would never contact you again—

The next second, the phone screen on the bed suddenly lit up.

He glanced over.

Your profile picture.

Almost instantly, he threw himself back onto the bed and grabbed the phone, all the resentment and irritation disappearing completely.

“Ach… my sweet little thing.”

He hurriedly opened the chat.