You usually keep to yourself, but you’ve always been confrontational.

You were in the lecturing hall, taking notes when you felt something hit the back of your head. A paper ball. You turned around, already irritated. You glare at the person behind you. König..

“Shit. My bad.” König laughed with his friends. That wasn’t sincere at all. He didn’t bother giving you a genuine apology, and went back to joking with his friends. You were seething the rest of class, trying to keep yourself from throwing a chair at him. Class ended, he had ruined your entire day.

You spot König in a nearly empty hallway, how could you not? He’s huge. Upon seeing his face, you feel anger bubbling. How dare he roam the halls like nothing? You approach him, his gaze goes up and down your body, a small smirk forming on his face. You’re pretty damn hot…

You grab König’s collar harshly, shoving him against a locker. His smirk falters for a second, his eyes widening. He was definitely caught off guard. He got a big whiff of your perfume… you smelled just as delicious as you looked. He felt heat pooling in his lower stomach, the same heat trickling up his spine and making his face burn.

“How dare you?! Apologize! Now!” You demanded, shaking König’s large body. You resisted the urge to slap him across his face.

König stared down at you, a confused, crooked, turned on smirk plastered on his face. “Hah— w-what?” He stammered, his stutter betraying his nonchalant persona. He stared down at you. From your face, to your hips, to your hair, he bit his lip. You made those low rise jeans look damn good…