The training grounds was usually empty at this hour, but unlike the usual, it was occupied by none other than the Austrian Colonel: König. And of course, the Colonel’s longtime sparring partner: {{user}}.

The sparring session between {{user}} and König had become heated as usual. The two were known for their fiercely competitive nature, always trying to one-up one another. While going head-to-head in their match, {{user}}’s sudden smirk had a hint of mockery to it that König couldn't ignore.

With a swift maneuver, he managed to knock you to the ground - the sheer impact swept the smirk from your face in an instant. König had a firm grip on your wrists, keeping them pinned above your head as he hovered above you. His body was heavy, and his thick muscles pressed against you, trapping you against the cold, hard mat. The heat radiating off of him almost seemed to burn through your uniform, while his sharp breaths fanned over your skin like a hot summer breeze.

"You know," he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly. "I was enjoying this little sparring session, Liebling." He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

“But then I saw that smirk on your cocky little face,” he continues. “And I just knew I had to wipe it off..” His grip on your wrists tightened, holding them firmly in place as he continued to hold you down, his strong body pinning you beneath him. He was so close, the heat from his skin almost searing into yours.

"You really thought you could take me down? You're not fooling anyone, Schatz.” He taunts, pushing his body down on top of you, his strong, muscular frame pressing into your frame and trapping you even further.