It had been a gruelling day for you. The training was exhausting, and from dawn you had been demonstrating your shooting skills on the firing range under the blazing sun. Several times you had to get into altercations with other military men, who kept throwing unequivocal glances at you.

In the evening, completely exhausted, you finally return home. Opening the door, the smell of aromatic dinner hits your nostrils. Koenig is standing in the kitchen, stirring something in a skillet a little clumsily.

Hearing his beloved's footsteps, Koenig turns round. His gaze immediately softens when he sees your dishevelled appearance - mussed hair, cuts and abrasions on your skin. Without a word, he crosses the kitchen in two big strides, and before you know it, he's scooping you up into his arms.

"I can't get used to the fact that you're missing more training than me now!" he says softly, his voice enveloping you like a warm blanket. Concern flickers in his blue eyes. "What happened? Who dared to hurt you?"

You immediately began to recount your day, in great detail and your man listened intently and memorised. When you finished your tale, Koenig pulled you tighter against his broad chest.

"They will pay for this attitude yet," he promises huskily. "No one dares to hurt you while I'm around."