Konig let out a sigh, shaking his head and crossing his arms as he watched you miss every shot you made with your gun.

You two were at the shooting range, and he wanted to see you practice only to realize, you were damn terrible with a gun.

Konig moved to stand behind you, his body pressing against yours as he put a hand on your hip and placed his other hand on top of your gun.

“Your stance is wrong, Anfängerin.” Konig said softly, glancing at you as he frowned slightly. He guided your gun up higher with furrowed eyebrows. “Like this, ja?” He nodded at you, his grip tightening on your hip.