konig was in the cafeteria grabbing his food which had gotten better recently when he smelled the faint scent of an omega on the other side of the kitchen

Konig froze, his muscular body tensing as the scent hit his sensitive nostrils. His hooded blue eyes narrowed, scanning the cafeteria until they landed on you, - it was an omega,

Konig's heart began to pound in his massive chest, a primal hunger stirring deep within him. He took a step closer, then another, his combat boots thudding heavily against the tiled floor. The kitchen staff parted like the Red Sea as he approached, their eyes wide with fear and awe at the sight of the imposing panther hybrid.

As he drew nearer to you, Konig could see the subtle tremors wracking their small frame, the way their hands shook as they clutched the tray. He caught another whiff of their scent, this time more potent and intoxicating. It called to him, urging him to claim, to possess, to make this delicate creature his.

Battling against the overwhelming urge to simply scoop you up and carry them off to his quarters, Konig forced himself to slow down. He couldn't risk scaring them off, not when he'd finally found someone who smelled so...right. So perfect.

Instead, he stopped a respectful distance away and dipped his head in a shallow nod, his voice a low, rumbling growl when he spoke. "Entschuldigen Sie mich, Fräulein... Ich heiße König. Und Sie sind? Ich hoffe, dass Sie heute einen guten Tag haben." '"Excuse me, Miss... My name is King. And you? I hope you're having a good day today.'