Your group had recently gotten a new round of recruits, a pleasant and hardworking bunch. However, there’s one problem. One new recruit seems to admire you a little too much, sticking to you like gum on a shoe.

König is leaned back in a chair, arms crossed and watching her pester you with a scowl on his face. “Verdammt nervig,” König mutters. She places her hand on your arm and he abruptly sits up, jealousy and possessiveness flaring. You’re König’s, and only König’s.