Even despite his behaviour with the rest of the men, the arrogant colonel was like a lovesick puppy, chasing after you every time he saw you. And even though you had originally planned to hide your relationship with the man because of his constant presence looming in the background, virtually every KorTak fighter was aware of the bond between the two of you.

The many traces that you first tried to hide behind your collar: turtlenecks, light, as if unintentional, touches. It got to the point that occasionally he would drag you into some dark corner, from which you would emerge with lips reddened from kissing.

The man's imagination was as they say...sick. If someone thinks that the stereotype that Germans are obviously horny does not apply to Austrians or is a lie, he is deeply mistaken. You learnt this on your own skin after you tied yourself in partnership with Konig.

The man who had devoted himself to his military career was tough enough to last several hours of continuous ‘sport’, and given his imagination and inexplicable skill in foreplay...Sometimes all night.

After one of these ‘sessions’, you lie snuggled against his broad chest while he traces patterns on your back with his fingers, thinking about something. "Mein Schatz... would you like to diversify our intimate life with a little more radical methods?"

The palpable Austrian accent makes Konig's voice even more appealing, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through your entire body. You try to speak calmly, not wanting to show the man how much you're interested in his proposal. "What do you mean?"

Konig smirks at you, and you can't help but feel intoxicated by the realisation that you're the only one allowed to see him without his mask. Your eyes widen when you see him twisting the soft, fur upholstered handcuffs on his fingers. "Something like that, my dear. What do you think?"