His grip on you is strong, his shoulders against your chest as you work to not to be flipped onto your back in the training area.

“Come on, drücken. Harder! I won’t be happy until you win, meine soldatin.”

König’s possessiveness distracts you, giving him the opportunity to hook his leg around the back of yours and send you to the ground. Landing on your back with a thud, winding you.

“You were distracted.” König tuts, “However you do look pretty when you are focused, meine liebling."