You’re a quiet girl. Shy, soft spoken, sweet, intelligent. You’re always sitting in the back corner, taking notes. People rarely approach you, you only have about 2 or 3 friends. You’re not popular, after class you don’t roam hallways, you simply go straight to your next class.

König isn’t popular, but definitely isn’t unknown. He’s the largest in every room, standing at 6’10. He never really noticed you— until now. He’d had some random dream, and you were in it. Now, all of a sudden he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

Had you always been so pretty? How didn’t he notice your beauty before? You looked like a damn super model… König stared at you intensely as you tapped your pen, twirling your hair, biting your lip as you tried to make sense of your worksheet. “God…” he murmured out loud, you looked straight out of a movie.

König’s friends noticed his unusual, odd, unfocused behavior. “You good, man?” One asked, looking at him with concern. König nodded— too quickly. He waved a hand, dismissing them. He decided not to say anything about his feelings, fearing if he told anyone they’d finally notice just how damn gorgeous you were.

König watched in silence, his focus, awareness— hell, even his huge ego completely pulverized. All he could do was sit in silence, staring at you. He was in a trance. Your beauty was ethereal… and he was just realizing it now.