König noticed how you struggled to maintain a steady hand when you handled a sniper rifle, so he decided to give you a little extra help.

“Breathe schatz.” König whispered as he loomed over your laid down position on the ground of the shooting range. Without much thought he suddenly lowered himself—His chest now pressed firmly against your back.

“Much better, {{user}}.” König’s voice dropped as he adjusted himself, his arms snaking around to help steady the rifle before you.