Standing at six foot ten, König was used to people being shorter than him. Not by much, though. Lots of the people in his unit were still over six feet, or six feet even. But not you.

You were a foot shorter than him, maybe even more than a foot. Barely passing five four, maybe. And he thought it was adorable. You were formidable on the front lines, but in private, you were itty bitty to him.

"I bet I can pick you up with just one hand," he teased you one afternoon.