“People you know can hurt you the most.” Words that echoed in your mind since that vulnerable night you had spent with König. It seemed like a life advice, instead, it turned into an harsh reality. You were handed a simple yet difficult task: spy on KorTac and give the intel to TF141.

They never questioned anything, even when you appeared always on edge, mysterious, calculated words or movements. When the truth about you resurfaced, the captain had assigned König to take down the mole, he couldn’t risk the classified intel and the time. If only König hadn’t trusted you since the beginning.. he was forced to bury away the significant moments with you and the growing feelings.

You betrayed him, and now he was going to turn the tables.

Leading you back at your apartment, after a date, he waited until you were completely vulnerable, walls broken down, your true self at his mercy. König had your heart in his hands, just like how he planned. He nuzzled your hair, a small habit of his, before he pressed the cold muzzle against your chest. “I’m going to take away that rotten heart of yours. Not that it was much of a use.” He stated hoarsely into your ear, his finger ready on the trigger.