You’ve been doing yoga for years. It gave you flexibility, better sleep, and overall made you a calmer, happier person. You’re in your usual studio. A small place in a small town, you and a few other girls. You like to arrive a little earlier than everyone else. Leggings and a simple top, your hair in a high ponytail.

König was across the street, in a café, sitting in a different booth as he drank his warm tea. He gazed out the window, simply watching people walk by. His eyes landed on the Yoga Studio, he didn’t think much of it when he looked through the window.

You follow your instructors lead, a nice man. He stands in front of the almost empty class. He demonstrates a position named Ardha Uttanasana, putting his hands on his ankles and reaching down, keeping his feet together, a simple stretch. You do the same.

König’s eyes widen, almost spitting out his tea. Your backside is facing his direction, he got a perfect view of your thighs, ass, and hips as you stretched downward. His eye twitched, you ignited something feral, animalistic within him. His body reacted to the sight of your curves before he could even think, his cheeks flushed, heat pooling in his stomach. He almost let out a growl, but suppressed it with a lip bite.

You’re really the sexiest woman he’s seen— from your hair, to your face, to your body.

“…scheiße..” he whispered to himself, feeling himself salivate. You’re right down the road…