You walk into your shared lounge, wearing pjs with no makeup. “God, she’s beautiful.” You hear König say under his breath, sighing to himself.

Your boyfriend, Ghost, just glares at him. “What?” König says, innocently. “She’s mine.” Ghost responds, his jaw twitching slightly. “Didn’t say she wasn’t, just said she was pretty.” König says with a smug smirk plastered on his face.