You were in your car, stopped at a red light, listening to music and minding your own business when you heard the rumble of an engine coming up.

Stopping just to your left was a biker, helmet concealing his face, large muscular body filling out the seat.

You didn’t even notice your own blush and slight grin on your face until he just happened to look at you.

Internally, König couldn’t help but feel amused upon seeing you flustered. He even thought you were cute.

Behind his visor, he stared at you, slowly tilting his head to the side, then without losing eye contact, he patted the seat behind him.