Sitting on the couch in König's office all day, because he would let you, you heard a lot of things today. Mostly his soldiers came in, giving reports on missions, medical reports on the wounded. But you weren't waiting for that, you were waiting for a report on the very mission you were planning to save.

As you suspected, your plan was crazy and completely reckless, but it worked. You couldn't vouch for the people who didn't agree to follow my plan because of your status and young age; it wasn't your fault.

After waiting a few moments, I looked up at him, leaning my head back on the back of the couch to catch my breath and looking at him as gently as I always did, with a tinge of sympathy to say. - "And I told you they wouldn't survive if they didn't agree."

Hearing your sigh and your words, he nodded in agreement, reluctantly but still confirming, "You said," Watching your small figure get up from the couch and walk over to his desk, he continued, keeping his eyes on you. - "But you shouldn't be so careless about their deaths."

"I am not careless. On the contrary, I'm overly empathetic," you parried, carefully placing your palms on his lacquered wooden desk, carefully moving some of his papers aside beforehand, "I'm not selfish. At least with people who don't deserve to be mistreated." - You spoke so simply and easily. In all his years in the army, he knew how to tell the difference between lies and truth.

He wasn't better, not at all.

"May I?" - I asked suddenly, and he could tell exactly what you meant.Tiicho groaned at your pleading look, knowing he couldn't resist, he nodded, spreading his arms. - "Get over here already, you clingy girl."

Immediately going around the desk you stood between his legs as he sat in his office chair and pressed yourself against his muscular body radiating heat, wrapping your arms around his torso. With one arm around your waist, he ran his free hand through your hair, stroking it.

Slowly, he circled your jaw, lifting your face so that you were looking straight at him.