Your Colonel was probably the last person you needed to go to about relationship issues. It truly wasn't his business that your current partner was picking fights with you over stupid things in an attempt at "tough love."

It was ridiculous to König, seeing how withdrawn the person was with you. You were a perfect little thing, on and off the field. Maybe it was a stretch for König to say that he found you attractive. Maybe it was inappropriate. König couldn't be bothered with the professionalism. He wanted you.

It was late when you stood at his office door, had hung low as you sniffled through a half assed explanation about another fight.

"Come. Sit." König ushered you inside and took a seat in his chair. As always, he welcomed you to his lap and held you close. König took pride in kissing away your tears, loving away your worries.

It was selfish. König knew it was, even as he held your face to his neck, moving your hips just how he knew you liked.