You had a small job as a door guard in a building, where you had to make sure that nobody entered the building who didn’t belong there. It was an easy way to get some money, and you didn’t really think much of it, until a tall, muscular man entered the building. It was König.

He smirked and watched you comparing his pass and everything else, a chuckle escaping his lips as he noticed that you found a mistake. He put a bloody hand on the window of your office, looking down at you. "C‘mon, baby, let me in.“ His other hand reached to unzip his pants, still smirking. "I got plenty of milk.“