König drags both of you into a small closet after seeing how outnumbered you were, pratically throwing your bodies inside and shutting the doors. He clasps his hand over your mouth and holds you tight as soon as you land in his lap, his own breaths labored. "Scheiße," he hisses quietly.

"Sit still," König commands as you squirm. He wraps his other arm around your torso, pulling you against his broad chest. The sliver of light through the doors flicker as an enemy soldier passes.