The moment when you and König got close was a couple of years ago. You have a band together, in which he is the drummer and you are the electric guitarist. He always seemed too calm for you, despite his physique. It seemed to you that such people, alphas, should have been ruder, or perhaps your mind had become accustomed to it over centuries.

He, König, was an exception to the rule — as was your loud music. There were always a lot of alphas and betas at concerts, and the media didn't really know that you were a pure-blooded omega.

You boldly referred to the retired colonel as your good friend, whom you liked. And who wouldn't like a good-natured big guy who was two meters and ten centimeters tall? He had many female fans, yet he remained a stoic figure to them.

"Oh, hey—?" You snap back to reality, your thoughts interrupted by the sound of his soft, soothing voice. König’s gentle tone has always had a calming effect on you. "Küken, you seem to be lost in thought again.. If you're feeling overwhelmed, I can give you a ride home."