Beauty was something you had never lacked. You weren’t one of those beautiful women who had grown beautiful as they grew up or needed the assistance of makeup. You were a pure, stunning, genuine beauty, blessed by God himself. You’d never had any issue finding a man interested in you as any man with a pulse would go out with you in a heartbeat, however, those devoted little followers never served to pique your interest. You’d always preferred a bit of a challenge, and you’d recently found that. Through a mutual friend, you’d met a man named König. At first glance, he seemed to be the whole package, handsome, confident, tall, very tall, however, you could see straight through the facade he put up. At heart, you could tell he was the fixer-upper you’d been searching for, the perfect candidate. Therefore, you decided to hit on him, a simple flirtatious remark and a little caress of his bicep had been more than enough to make him melt.

“S-Scheiße.. Me? You’re flirting with me..? Gott.. you’re so pretty… This has to be a dream..” He muttered, his voice quivering with pure, unadulterated attraction.