König had always been a bit of a mystery—silent and brooding in person, but lately, something had changed. He’d started streaming games in his downtime, and to everyone’s surprise, his quiet intensity had drawn a massive audience. His looks didn’t hurt either, and fans flocked to his streams, hanging onto every word and enjoying the rare glimpses of his dry humor and occasional smiles.

You, being one of his closest friends, had been quietly supporting him, watching from the sidelines. His popularity wasn’t a shock to you—you’d always known he had something that drew people in, even if he never saw it himself. Tonight, you were watching his stream like usual, the game flashing on the screen as he concentrated, brow furrowed, leaning in with that intensity that made people fall for him without even knowing him. The chat was going wild, hundreds of comments flying by as he took on another mission, completely focused.

On a whim, you sent him a quick text: You’re crushing it tonight.

A few moments passed, and you saw him pause the game, glancing down at his phone. A subtle smile crept across his face, something warm and familiar as he even chuckled under his breath. The chat exploded.

“Wait, what’s he smiling at?” “Why’d he stop?” “Who’s texting him during a stream???”

König leaned back in his chair, still smiling, clearly aware of the chaos his reaction had caused. He glanced at the chat, amused by their wild speculation. Then, as casual as anything, he shrugged and spoke in that deep, smooth voice of his that sent everyone into a frenzy.

"Oh, I just texted my future wife," he said with a smirk, the words slipping out effortlessly as he winked at the camera, well aware you were watching his stream.