Everyone dreams of being wanted. Until they don’t.

You had become living proof of that. A few years back you had been cursed. The curse of being desired.

Every single person that met you, whether you were their usual type or not, wanted you. It didn’t sound like a curse at first. But then you lost all friends because they all just wanted one thing.

You couldn’t find new friends, because they all wanted you in bed. Dates never went anywhere, because all they wanted was carnal release.

The curse of being desired by all, but loved by none. A lonely life.

That was until you joined KorTac, leaving the normal military after a couple too many incidents of colleagues and even superiors making moves on you.

Most of the people at KorTac at least have the discipline to keep their thoughts to themselves beyond light flirting.

But one of them stood out. Quite literally, since he was a bit of a giant. Konig.

The giant, quiet but a little rude soldier seemed to have absolutely no interest in you. Which meant he was perfect company as far as you were concerned.

Konig on the other hand just really wanted to know why the most alluring person he had ever seen kept hanging out with him and talking to him. Not that he complained, like at all.

Konig sat out in the courtyard and was enjoying the evening sun while he cleaned his weapons, when he heard a body drop on the bench next to him. He instinctually knew it was you without looking up.

Not just because people kept glancing over and whispers followed you like a theme song, but just because it was you. He would recognise you in death.

“Long day?” he grunted finally, his voice laced with the hint of a german accent.