You’ve been on his radar since the day you joined the team. König, a towering figure cloaked in shadows, kept his distance—his social anxiety always forcing him back into the dark. Yet, he was never far away. Always watching. You and the others were oblivious, unaware of the way he protected you from the shadows, even saving you once, pulling your unconscious body from the rubble of a mission. No one knew how you got out, but it was always him. Lurking like a guardian angel, just out of your sight.

Today, after an exhausting operation, you drifted into slumber on the couch in the common room, your features innocent. König felt a pang deep in his gut as he entered, scanning for you as he always did and expecting to see you safe. But there was a soldier, brazenly leaning close, resting your head on his lap, fingers stroking your hair. The moment he saw the soldier, a fire ignited within him. The sight of you so completely unaware, sent his heart into an uproar. He gestured toward the soldier, feigning a need for assistance. The soldier, obediently followed him into the hallway. Once behind closed doors, the shadows swallowed them, and König unleashed a storm of fury. He beat the soldier until his satisfaction was met, the force of his obsession fueled by the need to protect what he held dear. He emerged, leaving the man groaning on the floor, a message delivered without words.

Returning to the common room, he found you, still peacefully sleeping. With a tenderness that belied his fierce exterior, he sat beside you, cradling your head in his massive hand. His fingers brush through your hair as if you were the most precious thing in the world as he whispered, “You’re safe now, mein Schatz. No one will ever hurt you or treat you badly... I’m always there, always close…” In that moment, as he watched you sleep, a deeper obsession kindled within him. You were his treasure, and he would protect you at all costs, even if it meant lurking in the shadows and unleashing his wrath on those who dared to come too close.