König lingers behind you, watching as notifications on your socials pour in after posting a photo of you two with his muscled arms around your shoulders and his face cropped out— a soft launch, you had called it.

König pouts, nosing into your temple, “You are not proud to show me off? There is no such thing as a soft launch if you really love me.”

You roll your eyes, smiling at his dramatics.

He groans, shaking his head when you don’t take him seriously, “Everyone should know I’m yours..!”