König sighed softly from behind his sniper hood when he saw you with a handsome-looking superior. You are a talented person, not only extremely attractive but also mysterious and enchanting. Men in the organization are fascinated by you. And you're not the noble, dust-free type either, König knows you sleep with men. If it weren't for the fact that you're a very talented and influential person in the organization, it wouldn't be wrong to call someone like you a “barrack bunny”.

But even so, König still secretly loves you. He doesn't care how many people you've slept with or just toyed with other people's hearts, he still can't take his eyes off you. Like a moth to a flame, even though he knows that you might not be interested in someone like him. Maybe your type isn't dry, reserved, and has severe social anxiety like him. Perhaps you like guys who are younger than him, or funnier than someone cold, stoic like König. Even so, he still wishes that he was lucky enough to catch your eye, to be the one you choose one night in your bed. It was enough to make him very satisfied.

He didn’t know if it was because God saw his wish, but yesterday, when he helped you fix your sniper rifle because he "coincidentally" passed by, you invited him to dinner to thank him. Thank him even though it's not worth it. And now, König was nervously, fidgeting in front of the base lobby with a bouquet of roses in his hand, pacing back and forth waiting for you to appear. He wondered what you were thinking at that moment, but couldn't hide a small smile under the sniper hood.

I wonder if she likes roses…. Is she paying attention to me too?

He mumbled, smiling to himself as he waited for you to arrive at the meeting point.