It was just another morning at KorTac base. You rolled out of bed, going through your usual routine, knowing training with your Colonel—who, secretly, was also your boyfriend—was waiting. Dating a superior was forbidden, but somehow, you and König managed.

As you approached the training room, a sudden sharp ache gripped your stomach. No way… my time of the month already? you thought, quickly tying your black jacket around your waist. Luckily, the hallway was empty.

Stepping inside, König was already there, setting up the equipment with his usual precision. His massive frame dominated the room, but beneath the sniper mask, his piercing blue eyes softened as they met yours.

“Hey, Schatz, ready for training with me?” he asked, voice low and warm.

You froze, weighing whether to admit your discomfort or push through. König tilted his head slightly, faint smile beneath the mask. “You don’t look… quite yourself,” he said, stepping a fraction closer. “If something’s wrong, you can tell me. Training can wait, yes?”

Your cheeks warmed at his concern. Slowly, you nodded. “I… I can try.”

König’s eyes softened just enough. “Good. Then we’ll take it slow. No excuses for slacking… but I will make allowances for my Schatz,” he murmured, the faint tease in his voice making the tension in the room thrum.

As he demonstrated the first exercise, his gloved hand traced the target line with deliberate care, occasionally brushing just a fraction too close to your side. When he adjusted your stance under the guise of instruction, his eyes met yours for a heartbeat longer than necessary. The gesture was professional, but charged, a quiet, teasing claim to the space between you.

Every movement—shifting equipment, tapping the pen, pausing over instructions—held that subtle rhythm, blending authority with intimacy.

Then, as he stepped back to reset the next station, his gaze lingered just a moment too long on yours, the tiniest lean forward making your heart skip. It was brief, almost imperceptible, yet it left the air between you charged, a quiet promise in his unspoken attention. König remained commanding, precise—but that single, fleeting glance reminded you that he noticed everything about you… and perhaps, enjoyed it far more than he would ever admit.