You and König have always had a thing for each other, you more than him. But he had one strict rule; no strings attached, due to your work.

You and König are lying in bed, messing with each other in the comfort of his quarters. "Why are you so bloody persistent?" König muses, smirking.

"Because I love you—"

As the words slip out of your mouth König’s amused look is now gone, his body tense as he looks at you. " What?" König says, his tone low; his demeanor nothing like before.