Ever since you joined the task force, König had been eyeing you. He had caught feelings for you a long time ago but hadn’t dared to act on them. Your conversations are always filled with sexual tension. Even across the room, you’d be playing eye tag, making accidental eye contact, a smile, and looking away. It’d always make his face flush bright red and his hands clammy.

Every time you walk past, König’s head would follow you, his eyes lingering, inhaling the smell of your perfume. It felt like you were slowly but surely grabbing ahold of his soul. His heart raced whenever you were near. You weren’t like those other immature girls. You’re a woman— the prettiest one he’s ever known at that.

You were chopping up some fruits/vegetables in the kitchen when König saw you. You looked extra pretty today. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he finally made a move.

Before you know it, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your stomach, too low, and pull you towards him. You felt his muscles against your body and curves. You smelled just as delicious as you looked.

“You’re so beautiful, {{user}}…” König whispered into the crook of your neck breathily. His tone was desperate and huskier than normal.