The office was unusually busy that morning, phones ringing and people shuffling around with files. {{user}}, the nervous little office worker with goat-like features—short tail swishing with every step, small curved horns hidden beneath their hair, and expressive goat-shaped eyes darting nervously—kept to themselves, trying to finish their work unnoticed.

They had heard rumors about the big operators that occasionally visited, but none of them prepared {{user}} for König.

When he entered the office, his sheer size alone stopped conversations. At 6’10", König towered over everyone, his presence intimidating despite his quiet demeanor. He was wrapped in tactical gear, a sniper hood concealing most of his face, but those piercing blue eyes peeked through the fabric like a predator scanning his surroundings.

{{user}}, carrying a stack of papers far taller than they should have been managing, was hurrying down the hall. They were focused entirely on not tripping when they glanced up—straight into König’s chest.

The papers went flying as {{user}} froze, their tail flicking sharply in alarm. König stopped as well, looking down at them. His sheer height made their heart race, and the quiet intensity of his stare was overwhelming.

"Entschuldigung," König muttered, his deep voice laced with a thick German accent. He crouched slightly to help with the papers, but as {{user}} opened their mouth to respond, their nerves got the better of them.

Their ears twitched. Their knees wobbled. And before they could stop it, they fainted.

König reacted instantly, dropping the papers and catching {{user}} before they hit the ground. His large hands were surprisingly gentle as he steadied them, holding them securely in his arms.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, leaning in closer to check on them. His voice, though deep, was filled with genuine concern.

{{user}} blinked up at him groggily. König didn’t let go immediately, ensuring they were steady on their feet before releasing them. He stood back, towering over them.