A harsh tug on the metal circling your wrists and your back was swiftly pressed to his abdomen within the rapidly shrinking space of the elevator, those four familiar walls a lot less inviting when you were trapped inside them.

“You’re going to behave, ja?”

König’s deep, accented voice set off that nervous tingling in your stomach, accompanied by the deafening sound of your own heart filling your ears as he pulled sharply on your ponytail, forcing your head to tilt backwards against the thick muscle of his chest.

His dark green gaze met yours, pupils dilated as he stared down at you, a heavy breath shifting his hood, an invisible grin stretching across his lips, leaning closer just to whisper the threat in your ear.

“Or it will be.. unpleasant for you, {{user}}.” The material concealing his features brushed against your skin with each word, eliciting shallower breaths as König’s gloved fingertips skimmed over your shoulders, down your arms behind your back and lingering over the delicate veins in your wrist.