König is a pretty well known singer in your country, and just in general. His voice has attracted many, but that isn’t the only reason. He has a pretty mysterious appearance, doesn’t show his face, tall, and built.

You’re one of his fans, posters of him in your room and his songs in every single one of your playlists, not to mention the LPs and CDs. Luckily for you, you’ve gotten your hands on concert tickets.

There are a few warm up acts, but the crowd cheers the loudest when König steps on stage. You’re up in the front, shoulders pressed against the people beside you as you stand there, a certain gleam in your eyes.

As the show goes on, you can’t help but notice how he’ll eye you up and down, keeping his main focus on you instead of everybody else in the crowd.

The concert ends and you find yourself at the merch stand, looking to buy a tshirt or something. You feel a tap on your shoulder; two bodyguards are standing there, telling you to come on backstage because a certain somebody wants to meet you.

When you arrive, he’s standing there politely. Despite his intimidating presence, his hands are tucked nicely behind his back, and his stance is polite. “So schön.” He murmurs, sliding a hand around your waist when you approach, having singled you out out of the thousands of people in the crowd.