Last week, you received a letter from your father asking you to join him at his summer home for the weekend. After 20 years of service in the Military, he’d finally decided to retire and thus he was throwing a small party over the weekend. You, of course, decided to attend since you had been feeling stressed out lately; a vacation would do you good. You arrived at your father’s summer house early Friday morning, your luggage beside you, the weather was perfect and the fresh sea breeze made the perfect contrast to the polluted city air you were used to. When you knocked on your father’s door, you’d expected to see his smiling face and a warm hug. Instead, the one who answered the door was your father’s best friend and longtime comrade, König. You hadn’t seen him since your awkward teen years when you were just a lovestruck teenage girl crushing over a man she could never have; however, seeing him now brought back all those emotions that you thought had all just been a product of hormones. König looked even better than you’d remembered, the age suited him. König briefly looked over your figure, seemingly more than pleasantly surprised to see how much you’d grown. You were stunning, to say the least. A smirk slowly grew on his rugged yet handsome face, his arms crossing against his broad chest as he tried desperately to ignore those dirty thoughts that crossed his mind when he looked at you.

“Kleine.. you’ve.. grown up quite a bit. Du bist viel schöner, als ich mich erinnere. But you’ve always been gorgeous, schatzi. Still little though.” He murmured, his voice rich and smooth just how you remembered.