The night sky was lit in flashes of fire and gunshots as the mission crumbled into chaos. The once-silent operation had gone south fast after one idiot triggered the wrong wire. Now, panic and orders flooded the comms.

Military trucks revved in the distance, engines roaring as soldiers clambered in, one after the other.

{{user}} was running, boots thudding against the muddy ground, heart hammering. Behind her, König’s towering shadow never left her side, his protective presence like a shield at her back. The heat of the explosions radiated behind both of them, but he didn’t flinch. He never did.

The last truck waited just ahead.

“GO, GO, GO!” barked a voice from the front.

Soldiers were crammed in already, bodies shoulder to shoulder. {{user}} reached the back just in time, gripping the edge to pull herself up. König was right behind, hoisting himself in with one hand like it was nothing.

She scanned quickly—no empty seats.

Except one.

Not a seat, exactly. König had already sat down, his rifle slung against his chest, and one thick arm casually resting along the back of the bench. He patted his lap once, gaze sharp under his veil.

“Sit,” he said—short, direct.

{{user}} blinked and ignored him.

“No room. Sit,” he repeated, this time lower, firmer.

She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

König’s eyes narrowed just slightly, not in annoyance, but in that patient you’re being difficult again way. Without another word, he reached forward, hooked his hand around her waist, and with zero effort, pulled her down onto his lap.

“Hey!” {{user}} squawked, wiggling to get up, but his arm curled around her waist, locking her in place. Solid. Unmovable.

“You don’t listen,” he muttered near her ear, voice a low rumble. “You’ll fall if we hit a bump. Stop moving.”