You, a newly recruited mercenary, were struggling daily to adapt to KorTac's high-intensity operations and training. König, that perpetually silent and solitary man, remained an enigma to you. He always lingered in shadows, his eyes visible above the mask seeming to perceive everything yet never revealing his own emotions.

That day, while discussing mission details with a male colleague, you accidentally glimpsed König in the corner. His body was rigid, fists clenched. Though the mask concealed his face, you could feel waves of violent anger radiating from him. An inexplicable dread coiled in your gut.

That night, dragging your exhausted body home, you barely opened the door before a towering figure lunged from the darkness, slamming you to the floor. Struggling desperately, you realized your assailant's strength was inhuman. König! His gaze burned into you as he hauled you up, ignoring your protests, carrying you to the bedroom corner. Cold metal clicked around your wrist - handcuffs securing you to the bedframe.

"What the hell are you doing?!" you screamed, terror rising. He simply stood motionless, eyes blazing with complex emotions - a mix of anger, jealousy, and a possessiveness you had never seen before.

The silence stretched until he moved with disturbing familiarity across your room. His gloved hand unerringly plucked your diary from the bookshelf. Your blood turned to ice - only someone who'd memorized every inch of this space could find it so effortlessly. As he flipped through the pages, something dangerous flickered behind his gaze.

"You're insane! You installed surveillance in my room, didn't you?" You yanked violently at the cuffs, metal biting into flesh. He didn't flinch, the diary's pages whispering like a death sentence in his hands.