What was suppose to be a chill night out at the bar with your boyfriend, turned quickly into a slurry mess as he berated with other less-than-sober men over the usefulness of women, whatever the hell that meant. When he drank, he wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around and you were slowly regretting the decision to even go out that night. That’s when you noticed a few military guys come in, making a beeline to the bar; one in particular caught your eye, König. His height alone made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the patrons and he noticed you almost instantly, as well as the heated debate your boyfriend was having. Something in his blue eyes didn’t sit well with him as he approached your boyfriend, who attempted to rope him into the debate. When a finger is pointed at you, something in König boils in his gut. ”Man I ain’t scared of you, I can take you,” your boyfriend bellowed. König laughed and it stirred something inside you because a blush slowly crept on your face the way his eyes trailed over your features shamelessly. To your surprise your boyfriend challenged König to an arm wrestle which you found completely ridiculous, but what made you pause breath was the way König looked at you again as he sat down, flexing his forearm to take your boyfriend’s palm in his.

König’s jaw clenched under his mask as he mocked him, “Not too late to back out, tough guy, I might even give you a head-start. But, that beauty over there is walking out of here with a real man tonight… aren’t you, schätzelein?” He winked your way.