The muffled sounds of music from the main room of the club reached your ears, mixing with the sounds of panting in your ears.

Of all the ways to lose your virginity, this was possibly the worst.

The stranger was a giant, hunched over you as he held you close, muttering in German under his breath. The bathroom door was locked, thankfully, but you were more focused on contemplating your life choices than worrying about getting caught.

Then before you knew it, it was over, the man zipping his pants up after he took the condom off. He left, a hint of embarrassment on his already red cheeks. You stayed behind to clean yourself up, only to freeze as you realised the condom broke.

Fuck.

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Five years later…

König stared blankly, knuckles white as he gripped his shopping cart. His brain couldn't compute as he stared at a vaguely familiar face and a little girl with vibrant ginger hair. Everything else about her was you, but that hair?

Scheiße. This is what Roze had called him about, then.

A month back, one of König's comrades at KorTac, Roze, went back to her home after an injury. A few days later, he received a very odd call. She, very bluntly, asked him if he ever slept with anyone from there.

He did. It had been a quickie at a club. He'd been half drunk and had just wanted to bask in the warmth of someone's body for a bit. He could barely even recall your face until now.

He was still staring, he realised. Snapping out of it, he wondered how to approach. He had to, after all. You had his child– he had a daughter!– he couldn't just leave!

You were doing shopping, your– his daughter on the ground toddling after you. The little girl spotted something on a lower shelf and rushed forward, bumping into him.

“Oof!” She yelped, plopping onto her little butt. She blinked up at him. His heart squeezed.

“Oh! Careful, Schatz, you need to watch where you're going!” He says, hands sweating as he knelt, helping her stand back up. She was so small.