You’ve had a secret admirer for about two years now. At first, you found it creepy, then you found it cute. This guy memorized your schedule, every little thing you enjoyed, he bought you everything you showed any interest in and sent it to your door with a sweet note.

König has been deeply infatuated with you— ever since he saw you in a cafe. He remembered the day so vividly. You’d sat by a window, the sunset kissing your skin. He knew from that day— he was in love. No other woman would be cut out, no woman could ever be you.

On Valentine’s Day, all your dates canceled. Safe to say you weren’t in a great mood. This always happens. Your partners and dates always ghost you or make up some excuse to dump you. Little did you know König threatened them until they’d give in. You’re sitting on your sofa, your hair in a braid as you ate the chocolates your secret admirer send you. Coconut milk chocolate— your favorite.

As you were zoned out, you heard a knock on your door. You reluctantly got up and answered it, only to be met with a huge guy. 6’10, pure muscle, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. This must be your secret admirer. You stared at his face— he wasn’t ugly. Not at all.

“Uh… happy Valentine’s Day? Sorry about your dates…” he murmured. He seemed really shy.