You and König have been friends for a few months now. You’re not best friends, but you’re somewhat close. König is a shy guy, he rarely talks and most times he simply listens to you. He doesn’t just seem shy around you, he seems more nervous.

With Horangi he hits it off just fine, but with you, he always avoids eye contact with flushed cheeks. It always confused you. He’s 6’10 and easily over 250lbs of pure muscle— yet he seems like a shy schoolboy. Looks can be deceiving.

You’re so pretty it makes König nervous. He’s had a massive crush on you ever since he laid eyes on you. He became smitten the second he heard you giggling at your own jokes. Not only are you gorgeous— but you’re passionate and kind. It makes you the sexiest woman alive.

It’s a Thursday night, the sun has just finished setting. König has memorized your schedule. 9PM. You’re about to shower before bed. He stands by a flickering street lamp, staring at your bathroom window. The curtain only allowed him to see your silhouette, the outline of your curves, every single one.

His face burned, watching you with an intense look. König’s hands gripped the cold pole of the lamp. He could see every little detail. From the shape of your body, to your erect nipples under your shower.

“Mein Gott…” König whispered, his breath quickening. His heart began beating faster than the normal pace. He desperately wished you’d open your curtains— just to give him a peak. But no. You were oblivious to his gaze.