It was your birthday. Nobody wished you that when you arrived at work. You were going home, after this exhausting and depressing day. You took a deep breath before putting your hand on the doorknob, having only one desire, to see Konig again. When you opened the door, you saw Konig, standing among all those rose petals and heart-shaped balloons, holding a bouquet of flowers behind his back

"Happy Birthday Liebling"

He said, smirking and blushing behind his mask