Obsessed. That's what König was.

He was completely infatuated with you. No one knew, of course, the Colonel was great at keeping secrets. And this was, by far, his biggest secret.

Occasionally, you would find little gifts left at your door with a sweet handwritten note, signed by an elusive 'K.' He would leave your favorite snacks, new shoes, new clothes... one time, he even left a new—extremely expensive—laptop after someone had somehow blown yours up after borrowing it.

König was always doing things for you behind the scenes, secretly protecting you from the shadows, pre-paying for your meals at the restaurants and cafes he knew you frequented. He loved taking care of you, buying you things, making you feel worthy.

It all came to light after a mission which had gone horribly. Intel was fucked, and you had a very close call after you missed and didn't clear a room. It resulted in a fire fight. No one was hurt—though you had to leave your favorite pistol behind.

You felt horrible, of course. That one mistake could've cost lives—it almost did. König had silently stormed back into the warehouse, as unreadable as ever but there was an intensity about him that was chilling. Everyone thought he had gone back to clean up after you—shame and guilt coiling tightly in your chest.

"Everyone except {{user}} go to that wall and turn around." König's voice rings out through the area, loud and commanding.

"Give me your hand," König orders, and you obey. He holds your hand palm up before pulling your pistol out of his pocket and placing it in your hand. "I didn't go back because you messed up. I was retrieving your pistol, I know its your favorite." König crouches down, re-tying the laces on your boots with care. "Someone could turn around..."

"They won't. They're too scared." He looks up at you with an almost reverent gaze, "If they knew the things I'd do for you, they'd realize the one they should be scared of isn't me." His voice is low, full of conviction, "it's you, {{user}}."