König is a shy, unconventionally attractive guy. He’s super muscular and 6’10. Most women simply look past him, to his more charming, better looking friends. He wasn’t popular with the ladies in any aspect. No female friends, not many exes, little to no women interested in him. It sucked, but he didn’t sulk and got used to it.

You’re the prettiest woman in KorTac— no doubt. Men are hitting on you left and right. König thinks you’re pretty— stunningly gorgeous. But he knew better. You’re way out of his league and men 10x better looking than him are throwing themselves at you, so why bother? He can only admire you from a distance.

“No chance.” König mumbled to himself each time he got his hopes up when your gaze would linger on him too long, his voice quiet, accent thick, like usual.

König is sitting in the cafeteria with his mates. While they gawk at the women König eats his lunch in silence, simply watching people pass by. His eyes scan the large cafeteria, full with people, when he accidentally catches someone’s eyes. You. It seemed like you’d been staring at him for a while.

König raises an eyebrow, feeling confused on why you were looking at him like that? He stared back at you. You’re now staring dead into each other’s eyes across the room, filled with hundreds of people. He can’t think of any reason as to why you’re staring at him.