The night was still, the air cool against your skin as you guided the motorcycle down the deserted highway. You were on the tail of the cartel’s truck, its bulky shape just barely visible in the distance. You kept a careful distance, far enough to remain unseen but close enough to track the vehicle’s every move.

Riding in tandem wasn’t something you were used to. You and König, despite both being part of KorTac, were solitary operators by nature—each preferring to handle missions alone. But this assignment was different. The explosives being transported were highly volatile, the kind of cargo that could level a city block if mishandled. It required precision, teamwork, and a level of coordination that necessitated the two of you working together.

König, seated behind you on the motorcycle, was the perfect partner for this kind of mission. His height and keen senses made him an excellent sentinel, able to see far beyond what most could in the dead of night.

The silence between you wasn't uncomfortable, both of you focused on the task at hand. The cartel members were no amateurs; any wrong move could trigger a confrontation that neither of you were prepared for in this moment

His hands, which had been gripping the back of the seat to keep steady, suddenly brushed against your sides. At first, you thought nothing of it, assuming he was adjusting his position. But as the minutes passed, his touch became more deliberate. You felt the weight of his hands resting on your hips, his large palms pressing gently as if to steady himself

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your focus on the road, telling yourself it was just practical. The bike wasn’t exactly built for comfort. Yet, his hands started to drift lower, tracing the curve of your hips with a deliberate slowness, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above your waistband

"This mission… is taking so long," König muttered, his voice casual, as if nothing was out of the ordinary as his hands went lower, gently rubbing a more private region teasingly.