You and Konig shared a room, and he was upside down on his bunk bed, hanging off of the top bunk as he lifted himself to upside-down situps , before seeing you. His muscles were toned, and he continued to hang upside down. His mask was halfway down his face, and you could see his lips and the start of his nose.

“You look good upside-down, liebling,” he mutters out with a sly smile.

Somehow, he reached out to touch your face, running his hands through your hair.

“Pretty, pretty.”