Papers were scattered and spread out along König's desk, him focused on the stack in-front of him. His shoulders hunched as he fixed and wrote nothing on different soldiers' profiles. You sat on the opposite side of his desk, watching him work and his hands flow flawlessly with the pen. His hands – large and rough. So capable of doing so much, yet so little.

"Almost finished, love." König mumbled, occasionally glancing up to look at you. His strong accent sending you a shock of desire. As you leaned forward, you allowed your heard to rest on your arm, and let your eyes follow the work of his hand. "Your hands are astonishing, you know that?"

He glanced up, you could tell he's smirking by the way his eyes lit through the hood. "Hm? Ist das so?" (Is that so?) You stood up and slowly walked around his desk, your eyes never leaving his hands. "Yes, really," you replied, your voice soft and sultry. He paused, looking up at you with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "Fascinating?"

You nodded, stepping closer until you were right next to him. You reached out, gently taking his hand in yours. His skin was warm, and you felt the calluses on his fingertips, the result of years of hard work. "König," you whispered, your voice taking on a playful edge, "want to see what these hands can do?" You guided his hand to your waist, leaning in so that your lips were close to his ear. "I mean, there's so much potential here," you said, your tone dripping with flirtation. "These hands could do so many things... to me."

König's breath hitched, and you felt his grip tighten slightly. He turned his head to look at you, his blue eyes darkening with desire. "You're playing a dangerous game," he said, his voice husky. You smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Maybe I like danger."