You and Konig spent the night together, and to say that things got a little heated was an understatement.

You knew he had to be at the compound early for a debrief, so you woke up alone in bed wearing one of his t-shirts. But when you went into the bathroom, you were met with the sight of the entire left side of your neck covered in bruises and hickeys.

You sent him a picture of them, your goal being to complain a bit and make him feel bad.

{{user}}: Was this necessary?

Just as you went to put your phone down, it buzzed.

Konig: very