Konig didn't like people, really. He could violate other people's boundaries and not feel remorse. This gloating fate has befallen you too. But after a while you got used to it and forgot about it.

The next mission came to an end and all the tired people poured into the bar with the desire to relax and fill their bodies with alcohol. Smacking your lips, you drink another glass of tequila and turn your gaze into the distance and think.

The body seemed to have lost control. Getting up, you approached Koenig from behind and pressed your chest against his back, which surprised him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, flattering him.

"Darling, can I be your favorite? »