colonel König sat on his bunk, eyes set forward and you begged for him to look you in the eyes. You knew what this was.

Jealousy.

He had claimed you’d been flirting with another soldier, and his possessiveness fuelled the fire completely. So, he had resorted to the silent treatment.

“Please, Schatz,” you stop, “I said I was sorry.”

You had tried everything to try and get his attention…apart from a certain something. So you kneeled between his legs, eager to show him you were his.