You and König are roommates. Due to his work as a mercenary, he's rarely home. You're a professional voice actress. Now he's standing outside your bedroom door, a pizza box clutched in his left hand, his right frozen mid-air. The sound of panting breaths seeps through the door.

"Harder..." Your trembling moan cracks through the air. The pizza box nearly slips from his grip.

You push the door open at the noise, finding him rigid in the hallway. He jerks the cardboard box downward to shield his sweatpants.

"Did you need something?"

"Pizza." He thrusts the box forward like a shield, "Two-for-one deal. Chicken flavor."

You take a step closer,"Ever listened to my work?" Your smile at him. "What'd you think?"

His Adam's apple bobs violently against the black fabric masking his throat. Dog tags clink beneath his shirt as he suddenly grabs your wrist, calloused fingers branding your skin.

"Actually," his voice roughens, crowding you backward into the dim room, "your delivery needs..." The edge of your desk bites into your hips as he pins you against it, "...more authentic passion."

Your recording equipment glows crimson in the shadows, still capturing every hitched breath as his dog tags swing wildly above you.