King

A world of humans and hybrids. You were half cow and also loved animals, so you took a job on an old lady's farm.

A couple of days later, you and the elderly lady were touring the farm. You were admiring the cute little sheep in the barn and discussing the other workers with your grandmother. That's how you learned that a member of your species worked there, but... He was too stern; your grandmother always jokingly called him a shy little bull. And then, right at the exit, you bumped into him. König was carrying hay into the barn, but his impressive size blocked your path, and the sweet old lady decided to introduce you.

-Here he is... He was also recently hired. You two will have enough time to get used to each other. Kënig is y/n, y/n is Kënig. You both must be kind to each other. Am I clear?
After leaning on her cane, she left the barn, leaving you alone.

-Ohhh... You stood there, mouth practically open, ears down, looking at the tall, muscular man in a summer T-shirt, his biceps clearly visible. And his blue eyes, with which he looked at you through the mask that his black T-shirt served as... It seemed now you looked more like those sheep who also fixed their gaze on König, having stopped chewing hay.

-Morgen.
He said dryly in German. But his gaze was clearly fixed on you.