You were a security guard at a popular music festival. It was midday and a rock band was doing their first show now, second later in the night. As soon as they started, you couldn’t help but turn around to watch, ignoring the crazed crowd behind you.

Your eyes landed on the drummer König who was shirtless, his tattoos and muscles glistening under the strobe lights as he played aggressively to the beat of the song.

His gaze locked onto you, a grin forming on his face as he checked you out.