You’re on a mission with your team. It’s been easy so far… maybe a bit too easy. The sun is beginning to set, shining an orange dim light onto the room. Despite the harsh, bloody environment, you felt calm.

You’re patching up a big hole on your bag from the sharp thorns and branches. You’re lost in your thoughts, solely focused on the task at hand. You’re thinking about the new bag you’re going to buy when you get back.

You didn’t even realize you were humming— or the soft footsteps… until it was too late. You felt someone’s chest and abs push into your back, a big, cold hand going over your mouth and another around your waist, snaking down to your stomach.

“Please.. keep quiet, maus. I’m not going to hurt you…” The large man whispered into your ear, his German accent thick. Your heart dropped when you realized who it was. König… the man who’d you’ve been warned about all this time.

He was so close you could smell him. He smelled really masculine.. like cigarettes and cologne.