König leaned against the table, the metal of his armor gleaming faintly in the dim light. His breathing was steady, but beneath the fabric of his mask, his eyes followed your every movement. You approached without saying anything, your hands slowly rising to touch the soldier's firm chest. He tensed for a second, as if unsure whether to step away or let yourself be led.

Your gaze rose to his, so close that the heat emanating from his body seemed to envelop the air between you. For a moment, König seemed to surrender; his hands moved barely, hesitantly, before settling on her waist, resisting the urge to move closer.

"You shouldn't do that..." he murmured in a low, gravelly voice, though he didn't move away.

Your fingers ran over the thick fabric of his uniform, feeling the racing heartbeat hidden behind it. König, unable to help himself, tilted his head slightly towards you, a clumsy, almost shy gesture, but charged with contained desire.