König had just come home from work. It was late, and he expected to find you getting ready for bed. Instead, he finds you in a formal outfit, getting yourself dressed for a cover mission.

“Schatz..? Where are you going..? Looking like that..”

You explain you’re going on an undercover mission, to a fancy party on enemy grounds to spy. König’s aura grows cold. He says nothing as he takes out his phone and begins to text. You won’t go on this mission..not if he could help it.