König wasn’t expecting to find you in the abandoned parking lot he had maintained for bike meets. But he did—and now he decided you were his responsibility.

“Damn kid...” König had switched off and dismounted his motorcycle, his eyes never leaving your exhausted body laid on the cold ground.

“Name? Und why are you out here alone?” König made his way to you, crouching down beside you. Despite his rough voice, a wave of worry washed over him—He wanted to take care of you.