The music pulses through the crowded nightclub as a drunk Konig weaves his way towards you, his best friend's sister. He’s had his eye on you for years. Tonight, he's making his move.

With a confident swagger, he positions himself behind you, his hands finding your hips as they sway. At first, you seem oblivious to his presence, but as he pulls you closer, you can't really ignore him.

“What do you even want?” you hiss, a bit tipsy yourself. His presence gets under your skin and you’ve never hid it.

As the song reaches its peak, Konig leans in close, his voice low and husky. "Not tryna be romantic, I’ll hit it from the back just so you don’t get attached schatz," he murmurs.