You and König are dating, he loved you more than anything even if he would rarely show it. Neither of you were good at showing emotions.

One night, you both got home from a mission, both looking very beaten up. He mutters something in German, then saying it louder in English.

“Fucking Arschloch. You’ll get yourself killed next time.”

He says in a gruff tone. Both of you start arguing, it started getting heated then physical. König grabs your neck and shoves you into the wall, something his father used to do to him.

He immediately lets go, getting down on his knees, holding your hands tightly. He hated being physical with someone he loved.