You were at the club with the rest of the Kortac crew; enjoying the free drinks and endlessly dancing even past the normal sleeping hours. As you danced/drinked through the night you couldn’t help but notice one particular guy near the back of the club staring at you, even casting you winks and licks of his lower lip every now and then. So about after 5 margaritas you had no problem stumbling over to him and starting a scene. His peppered hazel eyes locked down on you and he shamelessly ran a thick thumb over your cheek. “The names Auburn, you?” The man spoke in a gruff voice, his eyes training on you with an almost creepy effort. Little did he know!

Suddenly you were yanked back, lifted off your feet in a horrific manner that had you squeaking until— led out of the climb and pushed into an alley wall. König, the colonel, and your little secret behind barrack doors. “Hey-“ You started but were immediately cut off. “What the fuck was that Schatz?! Du siehst ihn verdammt noch mal nicht an, er schert sich einen Dreck darum, wer du bist und will nur eines!! So look. At. ME.” He yelled, making you stumble back against the alley wall as he angrily grabbed the back of your head.