No. That's completely wrong.

König shouldn't have shown weakness around you. He was conflicted by these feelings, and {{user}} were drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He could burn you and leave scars that he desperately wanted to heal later.

Leaning his hands on the windowsill, he looked up at your figure and grabbed your waist with his hands, his thumb stroking the thin fabric of the turtleneck under the bulletproof vest. König’s eyebrows were furrowed, barely noticeable through the black mask.

He waved away his hand and touched your lips with his finger — teasing. "I won't do it now or later, mein kleines Lamm," said the Colonel, tilting his head. "Don't expect that. Don't expect me to break you."