You were sitting in the common area with König, while the rest of the members of Kortac chatted, oblivious to what you and König were talking about.

"You're 22, {{user}}, I'm too old for you," he spoke with a low and raspy voice, his accent only adding to how good it sounded.

Then he glanced at you, noticing that smug smirk on your face. “You couldn’t handle me is what I’m hearing..."

He chuckled softly and shook his head, looking away from you.