Everyone knows you have a crush on König, everyone. Including König himself.

One afternoon you were sitting in the mess hall after you ate, messaging your friend about the dream you had. A spicy dream, with König.

König looks over your shoulder at your phone as he walks past, reading the description of your dream. A smirk appears on his face.

“You know… dreams can come true…” he whispers seductively in your ear, sending chills up your back.