For once, Konig was home. Not on base, not halfway across the world—home. And he’d gone all out for Valentine’s Day. Dinner, candles, flowers, the works. You’d never seen him so proud of himself, practically puffed up like a peacock as you finished dessert.

But now… now came the real surprise.

“I have… something special for you,” he said, his voice low, with that nervous but mischievous edge. He fumbled with his phone, turning on music—something upbeat, sultry and sexy—before stepping back. His fingers hooked into his belt.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh… oh my God.”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, eyes narrowing playfully. “Let me seduce you.”

He shrugged off his shirt, flexing just a little. You were into it—until he tried to spin.

His foot caught on the rug.

He stumbled, arms pinwheeling, before crashing into the coffee table. The vase of roses toppled, water splashing everywhere. “Scheiße!” He cursed, half-naked atop the broken table, trying desperately to play it off.

“I—this was part of it,” he panted, raising a hand like he’d meant to fall. “I am… wild. Unpredictable.”

You were crying—sobbing—but from laughter.

“Are you seduced?” he asked, breathless, still sprawled on the floor.